#IT WILL BE A GOOD YEAR FOR US AAAAA LOOKING FORWARD TO BETTER DAYS WAITING AHEAD XDDDDDDD

[mimimarilynart]

Happy New Year 2023!!! For my bae @toastedbuckwheat <33333333333

[viastro]

stranger | kwon soonyoung

ミ★ synopsis: with just one word, you can forget all the memories you have with someone. 

ミ★ genre: breakup!au, post breakup!au, angst, brief fluff

ミ★ warnings: brief mention of blood. like... incredibly brief. you can blink and absolutely miss it.

ミ★ word count: 2,895

ミ★ pairings: soonyoung x female reader

ミ★ notes: hey guys >:D i just wrote this in one sitting and it’s literally 4:00 am. i spent two hours writing this shit and now i’m sad. i need to sleep at some point but today is absolutely not that day.

“I’m tired! I’m tired of coming home everyday to you not being here.” 

“Well what do you want me to do yn? I’m busy. I have a life outside of you!” Soonyoung yells back and you flinch. You stare at him, pain evident in your gaze as you feel your heartache grow worse. Soonyoung soon regrets his words, reaching out to you to apologize, but you turn away. 

“I don’t think we should be together anymore.” You mutter quietly, so softly that Soonyoung almost misses it.

but he doesn’t.

“What?”

“I said, I don’t think we should be together anymore.” You repeat, looking up at him as tears begin to fall from your eyes. Soonyoung stares at you, clenching his fist at his side as he tries to think of how to stop you.

He knows you’re right, that it hasn’t been working out between the two of you. He’s been busy choreographing for the upcoming performance, and you’ve been waiting at the apartment for him to come home at ungodly hours of the night. You wait, and you wait, and you wait, but you always end up falling asleep alone. 

Soonyoung knows this, but he doesn’t want to let go.

“Please don’t.” Soonyoung says softly, and you shake your head. You reach up and wipe away the tears falling from your eyes, trying to look strong in front of him. He steps forward and rests a hand on your face, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning in as more tears begin to form. 

“Please. I’ll do better, it’s just that the performance has been taking up all my time-” 

“This has been happening for six months Soonie. Even before you started the choreography for your performance. It’s not the same between us anymore, can’t you feel it?” You ask, and Soonyoung’s hand slowly falls from your face. You let out a sigh, feeling your heart shatter within your chest when you see the hope disappear from Soonyoung’s eyes.

“It’s just not the time for us.” You tell him, and finally, the tear that’s been threatening to escape Soonyoung’s eye escapes. You reach up and wipe it away with your thumb, before standing up on your tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“I’ll have Jeonghan come get my stuff tomorrow. I’ll be moving back in with Jiwoo, so don’t worry about me.” You say as you pull away, and more tears fill Soonyoung’s eyes as he tries to think of ways to stop you. You give him a sad smile, waving before turning around and walking out the door. 

As soon as you make it to the elevator, you lift a hand to your mouth as the sobs threaten to spill out. The pain in your chest becomes unbearable once the elevator door closes, and you clutch the handle tightly, trying to compose yourself until you make it to your car.

While Soonyoung stands by the table, staring at the door with silent tears falling from his eyes at what he just lost. 

You lay in your bed, clutching your pillow tightly as you stare at the wall in silence. The pain in your heart has become a dull thrum, threatening to break out at any given moment if you so much as hear his name. 

Jiwoo pops her head through your door, walking over and placing a new cup of water on your bedside table. She sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching up and patting your head, but you continue to stare at the wall.

“Yn, it’s been three weeks.” She mutters softly, and you don’t respond, you just stare at the tiny chip of paint on the wall. Jiwoo purses her lips, stroking your hair one more time before standing up off your bed. “I have to go to work today, but I’ll be back later. I love you, there’s leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry.” 

You finally look away from the wall and give Jiwoo a small smile. You nod your head at her, raising your hand up to give her a tiny wave. She grins at the sight, before turning around and walking out of your room, making sure to close the door behind her. As soon as the door gets shut, you glance back towards the wall, feeling tears build up in your eyes at the thought of him.

Soonyoung stares at himself in the big mirrors that surround him in the practice room, noticing the dark bags that have formed under his eyes. He looks away, walking over to his bag to chug some water. He feels the sweat drip down his neck, and he raises a hand to his head at the incoming headache that’s making its way in. 

Soonyoung’s spent all his time into perfecting the choreography, prioritizing it over everything else. Even when it comes to food and sleep, this is it. He dances, and dances, and dances until he can’t stand, but even then it’s still not enough to numb the pain in his heart. 

He places the cap back on the bottle, before walking back towards the middle of the studio. Soonyoung stares at himself in the mirror once again, and begins to practice the new part of the choreography he came up with.

“Fuck. The showcase is in three months and it’s still not good enough.” Soonyoung mutters angrily after hitting a move. He lets out a breath, before glancing back up into the mirror and prepares to do the spin again.

“One, two-” He moves onto his stomach, staring into the mirror when he catches sight of himself again, only to slam his foot into the wooden floor. “Shit.” 

Soonyoung grasps his foot, hissing out in pain at the burn he feels. Biting his lip, he rubs the area, trying to soothe the pain, but to no avail. Soonyoung freezes when he sees a tear fall onto his arm, suddenly feeling more tears fall from his eyes as he massages his foot. He lets out a sob, raising his hand up to his face once the realization of the pain in his heart hurts more than the physical injury becomes apparent. 

I can’t. I can’t keep doing this.

You sit up in bed, raising a hand up to your lips to try and muffle the loud sobs from escaping. You walk over to the mirror, finally seeing how broken you look. Your hair is knotted, and your eyes are red and swollen. You can’t recognize her.

If you say the word, you won’t feel the pain anymore. 

Soonyoung stares at himself in the mirror, wondering if he should. While you stare at your reflection, knowing you can’t live like this anymore.

Is it worth losing two years of beautiful memories? 

Will the pain ever stop?

You bite the inside of your cheek until the copper taste of blood fills your mouth. You let out another sob, looking away from the mirror to try and think of what you should do. 

Soonyoung lets out a pained laugh, raising his hands up to his face as more tears fall from his eyes. His heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears as if it were a timer, ticking down until he finally does it. 

You look back up into the mirror.

Soonyoung glances back at his reflection, wondering who’s staring back at him. 

i don’t know who you are anymore.

You suck in a deep breath and close your eyes.

Soonyoung crawls up to the mirror, raising a hand up and resting it on the glass surface. He closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them.

You open your eyes. 

“Stranger.” 

You walk around campus, earbuds blasting one ok rock as you take in your surroundings. You look at the different people, how diverse each group is from each other. That’s the beauty of university, you suppose. 

You turn the corner, taking notice of a pitch black head of hair dancing by himself near the tree. You raise an eyebrow, pulling out an earbud to hear him quietly singing as he practices. You don’t mean to stare, but the sharpness and elegance of his moves leaves you in a state of awe. You lean against the tree, watching him from behind as he repeats a step to try and perfect it.

“Fuck, I’ll have to practice it lat- AAAAAAA!”

“AAAAA!” You scream back when he screeches at you. He raises a hand to his heart, staring at you with wide eyes, while you also look back at him in a state of both fear and amusement. 

“You scared the living shit out of me.” He mutters, and you give him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, your dancing is really good! I didn’t mean to stand here and watch like a weirdo, but the way you move is really entrancing.” You tell him honestly, and you watch as a small blush rises to his cheeks, leaving you in awe at the fact that he’s also incredibly handsome. 

“Y-you think I’m a good dancer?” He asks tentatively, and you enthusiastically nod your head. “The best I’ve ever seen!” 

He lets out a smile, and you feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the sight. He walks over to you and extends his hand in greeting, causing your eyes to widen slightly.

“Hi, I’m Kwon Soonyoung.” 

You smile softly, before slowly reaching out and holding his hand. With a shake you look up into his eyes, leaving him in a state of awe at how bright your smile is. 

“Hi, I’m yln yn.” 

“Yn, we’re gonna be late!” Yerim says giddily, and you smile at her excitement. You quickly run with her towards the auditorium doors as she holds your hand, and you both wait in the line. You hum quietly to yourself as Yerim tells you about how this is literally the performance of the year. 

“Is it? I’ve never been to one of the dance team’s performances before.” You tell Yerim, and she glares at you. 

“You’re so lucky you met me through Jiwoo this year. Otherwise you wouldn’t have been blessed.” You roll your eyes, handing the usher you and Yerim’s tickets before entering the auditorium. You and Yerim walk towards the front row seats, quickly claiming the last two. You sit down comfortably, going through the program. 

“Kwon Soonyoung.” You mutter to yourself when you read that he was the one who choreographed the last dance. Yerim glances over at you when she hears the familiar name, giving you a smile. “He’s the best dancer on the team. He’s always in charge of choreographing the last dance for the performance unit, which he’s also a part of.”

You let out a small, “ah”, before closing the pamphlet and looking up at the stage when the lights dim. Yerim squeals silently beside you, grabbing your arm and shaking it wildly while you try to hold in your laughter at her antics. 

“You’re like a fangirl.” You tease, and she nods her head. 

“Hell yeah I am! Watching the dance team’s performance at the end of the year gives me the same thrill whenever the drumline would play at my high school assemblies.” You snort, covering your mouth with your hand at her honesty. 

“Shhh, it’s starting.” Yerim whispers, and you smile when the first song begins to play.

Yerim wasn’t lying when she said the dance team was good. She absolutely meant that they’re fucking amazing. Your mouth was open for a majority of the performances because their skill just left you in a state of awe. It’s already the last one, and you somehow feel disappointed that it’s almost over.

You watch as four guys walk out, and you remember Yerim telling you that the last dance is just the performance unit, the elite of the team. You stare at the bright blonde hair, a stark contrast to the three other brunettes beside him. You raise an eyebrow when they lay on the floor, heads stacked on top of each other's chest. 

The first beat resonates through the quiet auditorium, and your interest peaks when they raise their arms. Your mouth slowly drops open when the performance begins, and you find your eyes trailing after the man with the bright blonde hair, his charisma and stage presence being incredibly powerful. 

You feel your breath get taken from you when he locks eyes with you on stage, and he lets out a small smirk, causing you to immediately close your mouth. A blush rises to your cheeks, and Yerim giggles at your reaction, to which you slap her arm. 

When the performance ends, you find yourself believing that three minutes is way too short and they should absolutely perform again. Yerim slaps your arm when you mention that to her, and you can’t seem to find the lie in your statement. You stare at the blonde haired man when the rest of the dance team comes onto the stage to do the final bow, and find yourself pouting when the curtains close. 

The lights come on, and you want to stay in your seat. Yerim turns and looks at you, smiling when she sees the pout on your face. She pats your head, and you turn to glance at her. “It looks like you’re the fangirl now.” 

You scowl at her, “Shush.” 

You stand up from your seat, raising your arms up above your head to stretch after an hour of staying seated. You and Yerim begin chatting as you walk towards the exit, but you stop when you lock eyes with Jeonghan.

“Hannie!” You greet cheerfully, and his eyes widen before he quickly pulls you into a hug. 

“I didn’t know the dance team was your type of scene?” Jeonghan shrugs his shoulders, and you notice the stiffness to his figure. 

“My friends are in the performance unit, I’m basically obligated to come to these every year until they all graduate.” Jeonghan responds and you laugh, nodding your head. Yerim pokes you and whispers that she’ll be waiting outside, and you give her a thumbs up. Jeonghan and you begin small talk, discussing how you each have been and what you’ve been up to. However, Jeonghan stares at you with a hint of sadness behind his gaze.

“You really don’t remember either?” Jeonghan asks out of nowhere, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Remember what?” He stares at you quietly for a moment, before shaking his head. 

“Nothi-”

“HANNIE!!!” A flash of blonde rushes forward and jumps onto Jeonghan, causing him to squeak and fall backwards on impact. You raise a hand to your mouth to try and hold back your laugh when Jeonghan begins scolding the guy who jumped onto him, slapping his back and yelling at him to get off. 

“I can’t believe every time I came to your performances you fucking jump me.” Jeonghan mutters, and the man laughs. You tilt your head at the familiarity of the bright blonde hair, and your eyes widen when you realize.

“I’m just so happy that you came.” Jeonghan smiles softly, reaching up and ruffling the guy’s hair. His gaze shifts towards you, and the blonde turns his head and locks eyes with you.

You feel the wind get knocked out of you at how handsome he is from up close. His eye makeup is smokey, which matches the mood of the last performance completely. His blonde hair is up, revealing his strong eyebrows and gorgeous features. 

Soonyoung stares at you, feeling his mouth run dry at your sheer beauty. He remembers you from when he locked eyes with you on stage, but seeing you up close is a completely new privilege that he’s been blessed with. Your hair is parted down the middle, framing your face, and your cheeks are pink as a blush takes over. He notices your eyes, finding them to be bright as you look back at him. 

Jeonghan slowly steps back from the situation, walking over to Jun, Minghao, and Chan to congratulate them. However, the three point towards you and Soonyoung, and Jeonghan shrugs in response. He turns his head, letting out a sad smile at the sight of his two friends not remembering what they had, what they used to be. 

who they are.

“Y-your performance was fantastic. You’re really great at what you do, my mouth wouldn’t close during the whole dance! Your stage presence is truly out of this world.” You blurt out, and warmth immediately floods your face when you realize what you just told him. Soonyoung slowly lets out a smile, and you feel your throat close up at how beautiful the sight is. 

“Thank you. Really, that means so much to me.” Soonyoung tells you, and you nod your head. “Of course! You deserve to know how talented you are.” 

Soonyoung and you stare at each other in silence for a moment, before the two of you break out into giggles. You extend your hand out towards him, giving him a big smile. You’re so bright that Soonyoung fully believes you can beat out the sun, and he thinks that’s beautiful.

“Hi, I’m yn.” You say, trying your best to ignore the loud heartbeat in your ears. Soonyoung slowly reaches out and grasps your hand softly, flashing you a soft smile.

“Hi, I’m Soonyoung.”

[katara0524]

Impromptu Ramblings about the NEO:TWEWY Demo

In case y'all weren't aware, I've been a pretty big fan of TWEWY for a couple years now, and with the sequel coming out next month, the excitement I feel for this game is greater than ever :) I played the Demo for the first time yesterday, and following a couple views of some livestreams of others playing it, I felt like sharing my (very ramble-y) thoughts prior to the release of the full game. This post WILL contain spoilers for both TWEWY and NEO:TWEWY, so if you want to avoid those from now on, please block the tags: #twewy spoilers, #ntwewy spoilers, #neo twewy spoilers, #ntwewy, and #neo twewy ^_^ Oh, and if you wanna keep up with any other posts I make about my experience with this game, please refer to the tag "kat plays neo twewy" :)

-First things first: I have not watched the Final Trailer and I don't plan on doing so to avoid spoilers, especially after the pre-release era of KH3 where a lot of the later trailers spoiled a lot of the endgame content. That being said, I've seen some minor screenshots from the final trailer including what many believe to be characters from the original TWEWY, namely Shiki and Joshua. That is all I know about the Final Trailer and I would very much like to remain as blind as possible going into NEO :)

-The very first cutscene was quite ominous in the sense that this game is likely going to be about "changing fate" (a recently common theme in Squeenix games, which I do appreciate), perhaps leading off from the end of A New Day in the OG and trying to stop an Inversion of Shibuya. Also worth noting that A New Day had similar aspects in which the main character experienced "future visions" of tragic events, although in A New Day these events were not able to be changed, while in NEO it seems like one of the main "powers" our protagonist has is specifically to rewrite these events and avoid a "bad ending." Very interesting indeed!

-I really like the revamped comic book style dialogue scenes, it's much more fluid and modern, which is an excellent direction for the series to take!

-I would love to have an actual PokemonGO knockoff of Final Fantasy creatures, please Squeenix that would be incredibleeeeee

-Also the LINE stickers??? Are so cute???

-I would just like to point out that Fret is an absolute treasure throughout this entire demo, he's hilarious and I will protect him with my life

-UHHHH don't like that Fret picked up some Reaper Pins just out of nowhere.....or the fact that they're apparently popular all over Shibuya.............did y'all not learn anything from the OG game or what lmao

-Okay so when I first got the "curry or ramen" scene and heard NPCs talking about the new curry place replacing the old ramen place I became IMMENSELY distressed that Ramen Don was totally cut from the game because....well, Ramen Don is a King okay?? But I'm glad to learn that no, he didn't fall off the face of the earth, he's still in business and he's the one opening the curry restaurant lolol. PHEW, crisis averted!

-.....I don't like the sudden appearance of a Wall Reaper and being able to read NPC thoughts. Wtf happened when they left the ramen place??? Are they playing the Game alive somehow?

-Okay so I have my own theories about this "Swallow" character and what they're up to but considering this is only the Demo and I still Have No Idea What's Happening, I'm just gonna say that I think Swallow intentionally led Rindo and Fret to the Crossing so they could join the Game. I mean, add in the fact that Swallow still communicates with Rindo during the Game and you've got yourself a suspicious character right there lol

-"Hey they're shooting off fireworks!" Fret honey that's not fireworks oof (see also: "*laughs* I'm in danger")

-WOOOOOO way to traumatize Rindo right off the bat like that LMAOO

-The visuals for the intro are VERY GOOD, the song is pretty decent until it gets all "screamo" (which I absolutely cannot stand sorry lol)

-Shoka is every Customer Service employee ever and I respect that

-Susukichi went from being "meh" to "WOW THIS GUY IS FUN" in the span of 10 seconds and I also respect that (he is also built like an Absolute Unit which is hilarious)

-The Wall Reapers (and just Reapers in general) seem.....way nicer and more helpful this time around?? Like in the OG the Wall Reapers were SO RUDE gfhjgjdfkhn and yeah I'm sure we'll get some like that but the juxtaposition of the first Wall Reaper in the OG compared to the first one in NEO is insane.

-The puzzles are quite a bit more entertaining this time around even if it's generally the same "fetch quest" formula lol

-"Rindo's Group" way to go Fret HFKJDGHSDFKJ mans really left the default name in there lmao

-OKAYOKAYOKAY so to those who aren't aware I am a MASSIVE SIMP for Sho Minamimoto, he's my absolute favorite and I think about him daily. HIS INTRODUCTION IS. INCREDIBLE. I LOVE IT SM.

-GOD hearing him actually SPEAK FULL SENTENCES is just SO SURREAL I love this sm

-Also the remix of his theme???? NEO TRANSFORMATION????? IT'S SO GOOD????????? It's like gone from a Boss Theme to a more triumphant sounding theme and I am HERE for it (every version of Transformation is just INCREDIBLE and getting a new one is even better)

-I Love Him, Your Honor

-Also idk how exactly but it's kinda weird seeing Sho in the OG vs NEO, cuz while he's mostly the same Insane Math-Obsessed Catboy, he's.....calmed down quite a bit?? Like OG made a whole point of how poorly he cooperates with others (not to mention just being completely unhinged and trying to kill everyone), whereas here in NEO he's......actually kinda working with others??? HELLO???? Sir what happened to you and Neku during those 3 years I would love to know all about it

-I guarantee you Sho is still probably scheming shite and will likely pull some total insane BS later down the road, and I am very much looking forward to that. Also, is he looking for a certain Pin or something??? Cuz he keeps talking about different Pins and even mentions "this is just another Psych Pin" like he's actively looking for a Pin to do something with. Maybe it also has to do with the "latent powers of Players" thing he mentioned as well??? What is this dude UP TO oml (also is he in contact with Neku at all?? they're both technically fugitives at this point right?? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER A NEW DAY I AM BEGGING YOU)

-I seems like Sho ALSO has an idea of what's going on in this specific game (even if he won't admit it straightforward). Per his quote "The game's 142,857. Factor it out," he's essentially saying, "This game is a neverending cyle, figure out how to get out of it" (or at least that's what I got from his "cyclic number" nonsense lolol)

-I do like how Sho mostly stays out of sight until he's needed for a battle or assisting with a mission, that's kind of on par with his whole "uncooperative" quirk from the OG, plus he might literally have to stay out of sight of other Reapers and Players considering he's likely breaking the rules of the Game (not surprising considering him and Neku broke practically every rule in the book during OG)

-The nicknames for Sho- I can't- They're so FUNNYYYY GFHJSDFKJ

-He goes from being called "Pi-Face" and "Tabooty" in OG to "Mr. Minami" and "M-Teezy" in NEO LMAOO

-(Wowee I just realized I've been mostly talking about Sho oopsies sorry y'all, this is what I meant by thinking about him almost daily he is THAT much of a fav of mine ghfkjsd)

-Okay RIP Fret and Rindo for not getting literally ANY explanation as to how the Game works OOF, that is kinda cringe that whoever gets the Pin earns points, not whoever erases the Noise (which like I understand but also URRRGGHHH I WANNA SEE THE SQUAD SUCCEED)

-"I should be going home now it's getting late" Oh you sweet summer child-

-Also love the mention of parents in this game???? KH you could learn a thing or two from TWEWY (poor Rindo's mom fhgjkdh)

-KUBO IS HILARIOUS I SUPPORT HIM AND HIS GROSS FACE (also thank you Final Trailer thumbnail for spoiling my suspicions about him very cool smh)

-Kaie is a LAD I also support him, go King type those funky texts I believe in you

-FRET PLS STOP SCANNING FHGJKSDHKJFGHFKJ he's like me when I scan in OG during Weeks 2 and 3 and see Taboo Noise coming after me ghfjdshfj

-Also Rindo can you stay off your phone for TWO SECONDS ik you're trying to figure things out but Fret is a jelly boi and I don't want him to be upset with you my guy

-Sho being an actual sorta mentor to the kiddos?? Who are you sir this is so unlike you ghfgskj what happened to the guy who tried shooting children in the face 8 times over LMAO (granted he's probably just using them but it's still nice to see him actually cooperating and sharing knowledge with the kiddos aaaaa)

-EYO EIJI OJI THE TIKTOK INFLUENCER IS BACK LMAO

-hgjkfshgkjf "we aren't glorifying capitalism on my watch" THATS SO FUNNY TO ME GFHJFSDGHJKS (also an all-orange ensemble is disgusting you deserve jail for one thousand years fkn Cheddar Goldfish Cheezit ass woman)

-WICKED TWISTERS NAME DROP EYOOO we love to see it

-gfhsgjf Poor Rindo embarassing himself for the sake of the Game that's incredible

-R e t u r n t o M O N K E. That is all.

-Dialogue during boss battles is HELLA cool i love that

-HHHHH THE KANON SCENE MADE ME A N G E R Y FRET STOP SIMPING MY GUY says the girl with a Literal Simp Encyclopedia and simps for pixels on a screen daily

-Can't wait to see the other Reapers :eyes emoji:

-CAN'T WAIT TO SEE NAGI MY BELOVED YEAHHHH WOOOOOO AAAAND that's about it for the demo lolol, I absolutely CANNOT wait for next month, this game is gonna be INCREDIBLE holy hell Prepare for more simping, more screaming, and more vibing from Yours Truly :) I fully intend on sharing more general thoughts like this on both Tumblr and Twitter so it's not just reblog-retweet-reblog-retweet with the occasional comment fhgskjd

If you wanna witness my insanity up close and personal I have a Square Enix Discord server called Sea Side Dreamers! You can look it up on Disboard, or you can add me on Discord @Katara0524#9244 for a direct link :) We have topics about Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, NieR, and ofc TWEWY (as well as other topics!), so if you want some good ol' chaos and chitchat, you're more than welcome to join!

[sherrybaby14]

Fall That Way

Characters:  Geralt x Reader x Jaskier

Warnings:  Threesome, smut, Alcohol

Words: 4K

Summary:  You find yourself under the care of The Witcher and his Bard.

           The sun beat down hard on your back.  You wiped the thin line of sweat off your forehead as you tended to your garden.  

           It was tempting to go inside and cool down until the sun wasn’t at it’s highest, but your cottage provided self-sufficiency and that meant a time and a place for everything.  Right now it was ensuring you had enough to eat for the winter.  

           “EEEEEEEE!”  A shriek echoed across the trees.   It was loud enough you brought your hands to your ears, pressing down to drown it out.

           When the screaming died you turned to the forest.  There shouldn’t be another soul for some distance.  You’d lived here for two years and rarely saw any people.  

           “AAAAA!”  The scream sounded again.  

           You glanced around, as if there would be someone magically appearing to tell you what this was, what you should do.  Go inside the house and hide?  What if someone was hurt?  Was the noise even human?  What if it was an animal?

           The idea of a poor animal in pain made you drop your gardening tools and head out of the gate.  You checked your skirt and felt for your knife.  If the thing was too far gone you knew you’d have to put it out of it’s misery.

           Branches scratched at your face as you went into the woods.  You were not worried about getting lost as you went off the path and into the thick, more familiar with these trees than any city streets.  

           The noise grew louder, and you clutched your knife, hoping you would be able to nurse the poor thing back to health.  

           Branches rustled ahead and you knew you were getting close.  The sun no longer felt warm, the canopy blocking the rays. A large tree was in front of you, you were certain the noise was on the other side.  

           You stepped forward when a sickening sound filled the air.  Your breath caught in your throat as you gasped.  A slicing sound came again, and you put your hands to your stomach.  

           The large tree fell forward, cut down.  You looked at the forest floor and realized it wasn’t a tree at all.  It was some sort of animal.  Your eyes went back up to see a man standing there with crazed yellow eyes and white hair.

           “A witcher?”  You saw the shock and concern on his face.  “Why?”

           Then you lifted your hands from your stomach and saw the red.  Blood?  Your blood?  You locked eyes with him, not understanding as the world started to spin and you fell to the ground.

~~

           “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”  Geralt ran as fast as he could to Roach, holding the bleeding woman in his arms.  

           He wasted no time hoping on the horse and cradling her, urging the animal into action.  What was she doing out there?  She let out a groan against his chest.  Still alive.  He intended to keep it that way.  

           The nearest camp was a ten-minute ride.  They were a temporary establishment, the ones who told him of the monster in the woods.  There was a doctor there.  

           Time seemed to freeze as Geralt raced through the woods.  He did his best to put pressure on the wound, but the warmth in his lap told him she was losing a lot of blood.  He would make it in time.  He had to.  

           Her breathing was shallow when he slowed Roach, arriving at the camp.

           “Is there a medic?”  Geralt held the woman to his chest as he walked among the tents.  “MEDIC!”

           A young man came out, his smile dropping when he saw the woman.  

           “Bring her here.”  He waved.  “What happened?”

           “She was behind the Enkimara.  I didn’t see her.  My sword went through.”  Geralt set her down on the cot.  

           “This is Y/N.”  The Doctor opened her eyes.  “She is something of a legend around here.  Poor thing.  Go get fresh water and bandages.”

           The Doctor ripped at her dress, exposing the bloody skin.

           “Will she live?” Geralt looked at the wound.

           “Not without fresh water and bandages.”  The medic went for some of his supplies.

           Geralt let out a grunt and left the tent.  He grabbed a barrel and headed to the river.  His conscious couldn’t handle another innocent death by his sword.

~~

           “I suppose you can add nurse to your titles now.”  The Doctor washed his hands.  

           “She will live?” Geralt didn’t take his eyes off the woman.  

           Her chest rose and fell with even breath, but her eyes didn’t open.  

           “Yes.”  The Doctor grabbed two bottles.  “Apply this to the wound and change the bandages twice daily.  She should wake in a few days.  See that she takes some of this one three times daily until it runs out.”

           “I am not responsible for her.”  Geralt held his hands up.  “I am moving on.”

           “When you stabbed her, you became responsible.”  The Doctor took Geralt’s wrist and put the medicines in his palm.  “She can’t stay here.  We’re leaving now that the monster that was trailing us in slain.”

           “You led that monster into her woods.” Geralt’s eyes flashed. “You hired me; you bear some responsibility for the girl!”

           “By saving her life my debt is paid.”  The Doctor shook his head.

           “You said she is a legend.  Does she have family I can take her to?”  Geralt’s eyes went back to the girl.

           “The legend is that her family was slaughtered by wolves and she was the soul survivor.  Lives in isolation by choice, the beauty of the woods.”  The Doctor rose an eyebrow.  “Suiting she was stabbed by the white wolf, maybe beasts are her lot in life.”  

           Geralt glared at the Doctor.  

           “For a moment there it looked like you’re going to show some emotion.  If I didn’t know any better, I would think you cared.”  He smiled before turning around.  “We leave at sun-up.  If she is still here, this is where she will stay. Alone.”  

           The white wolf.  Geralt hated that nickname, but Jaskier’s tune set it in stone for him.  Jaskier.  

           “I’ll be back for her.”  Geralt left the tent, knowing the perfect person to play nurse to the girl.  

~~

           The pain in your stomach made you wince and groan as you turned to your side.   Your lids were heavy, but you tried to open them.  

           “Oh!” A voice made you try harder.  “You’re awake! Here. Drink this.”

           Another person?  Why was a person here?  A hand went behind your head and lifted the glass to your lips.  Through a haze you saw a man, dark hair.  Why?  

           “That’s good.  Swallow it down.”  His voice was reassuring in a strange way.  “Rest now.  You’ve had quite the ordeal.”

           “Who…”  The word came out as a gurgle when unconsciousness came back.  

~~

           Visions of a white-haired man, the slicing sound, the evil screams plagued your mind.  Each time you came to the brunette was there to comfort you, offer you a drink before you fell back asleep.  You didn’t know who he was and no longer cared because he felt more and more like comfort.  

~~

           A pain in your stomach woke you.  This time it wasn’t the shooting stabs.  It was hunger.  Your eyes opened easier and you looked around your bedroom as you sat up, moving slowly.

           “Water?”  The bed dipped as the man sat down, holding a cup to your lips.  

           You took the glass and narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned against the headboard.

           “Looking much better today Beauty.”  He smiled.  “Getting your strength back.”

           “Who are you?”  You ignored the word Beauty.  “Why are you here?  What happened?”

           “I am Jaskier.  I am here to take care of you.  Geralt of Rivia accidentally stabbed you in the gut.”  He shrugged.  “Does that answer your questions?”

           “A Witcher stabbed me?”  You pressed down on your stomach, feeling the bandage.

           “On accident.”  Jaskier scratched his head.  “He was hunting an Enkimara.  Terrible things.  You took the tip of his sword and he rushed you to a doctor.  Doctor said you were not to be left alone until you were healed.  Geralt entrusted your care to myself, since you have no kin.”  

           “A stranger taking care of me in my own home after I was stabbed on my own land?” You shut your eyes in disbelief.  “Wait, how did…”

           “Geralt is a tracker.  He found your house.”  Jaskier seemed to read your mind.  “No rest for a Witcher.  The world needs him.  So, again, name is Jaskier.  At your service.”

           Your stomach let out a growl and you winced.  

           “Ready for food? You’ve been asleep for five days.” He stood up.  “I took the liberty of baking some bread and making some applesauce from your apple stash.  I hope you don’t mind.”

           “Five days? I can’t stay in bed.”  You started to turn your legs.  

           “You must.”  Jaskier touched your knee and moved your body.  “I have been tending to you and your homestead.  The animals are fed, the garden immaculate, the chores up to snuff.”

           “You don’t understand.”  You stared at his hand, trying to remember the last time you felt another person’s touch.  “I have to prepare for the winter months or I will starve.”  

           “I am on top of it.  Monitoring and preserving the foods. The beauty of the woods.”  Jaskier smiled.  “Did you know they tell stories about you?  I know I look a sophisticated gentleman, but as I said before, all has been tended to.  Relax, let your wounds heal.  Do not leave the bed.  Orders from nurse Jask.”  

           “Stories about me?”  You watched him walk out of your bedroom.

           What story would there be to tell?  That you liked privacy?  That you inherited this place from your aunt?  That you were broke and needed to live off the land?  

           “Your family was slaughtered by wolves.”  Jaskier came back with a plate of bread and applesauce.  “You’re a murderess hiding out from the law.  You’re a banshee, haunting the woods.  And my personal favorite a good ole fashioned forest nymph, seducing men to their death.”  

           “I am afraid the truth is far less fanciful.”  You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips. “Inherited this place from a distant relative,  never knew my father, my mother died but not from a wolf and I don’t have any money so I don’t go into town.”

           “You’re broke?”  Jaskier looked disappointed.  “That’s not much of a tale.”  

             “I know.”  You picked up the bread.  “I really need to lure richer men.  That way when they die I can rob them too.”  

           The smile of Jaskier’s face dropped and he looked around the room, searching for confirmation.  A giggle left your throat and you covered your lips.  

           “When your best friend is a Witcher you believe threats of the supernatural.”  Jaskier pointed a finger at you.  

           Your giggle turned into a cough and you dropped the bread and shut your eyes, putting pressure on the pain in your stomach.  The stab wound feeling like fire.

           “Hey.”  Jaskier’s hands were on your shoulder, guiding you back into a sleeping position.  “You are in good hands.  Try to rest.”  

           A wave of exhaustion came over you as you nodded your head.  

           “Thank you.”  You drifted off to sleep before you heard a response.

~~

            You walked into the kitchen, still limping on the side with the wound.  You were doubting your ability to ever stand up straight.  

           “Today was a good one.”  Jaskier was right behind you, trying not to help.  “Walked around the property three whole times.”  

           “You don’t have to stay with me.”  You sat down at the table. “I am sure you have a life to return to.  It’s been at least a month.”

           “I made a promise to look after you until you were well.”  Jaskier grabbed the pitcher and poured some water.  “Don’t make me a liar.”  

           “I am well.” You gave a smile as you took a sip.  “Or as well as well can be.”

           “Maybe there’s more worth staying for.”  Jaskier fiddled his thumbs as he sat in the chair next to you.

           “Winter will set in soon.  There will be lots of snow and it will be difficult to return to town.”  You didn’t want to trap him here.  “Aren’t you a traveling Bard?  This is not the life for you.”

           Jaskier nodded.  He would leave some day.  There was no future with the two of you.  Both of you were too aware.  

           “I get to sing to you every night.”  Jaskier smiled.  “Do you miss the quiet?”  

           “What will you sing me tonight?”  Your attraction to the man was growing, but this situation was temporary and you had no intentions of having your heart broken.  Besides, he was a friend.  That was all.  

           “A ballad about a beautiful woman who saved a lonely man.”  Jaskier dropped his chin.  

           “I think I would like to hear that one.”  You leaned closer to your friend, your heart beating faster as your brain yelled at you to lean away.  “Though a song about a lovely man caring for a lost woman sounds just as tempting.”

           “You know a lot about tempting.”  Jaskier reached out and cupped your cheek.  

           This was a bad idea.  You knew it was, but your heart craved the connection and you lowered your lips to meet his.

           Knock. Knock. Knock.  The sound made you jump and Jaskier’s hand fall as you looked to the door.  

           Equal parts of you wanted to hug and slap the person on the other side for ruining your moment.

~~

           When Geralt arrived in the nearest town he asked Jaskier’s whereabouts.  To his surprise nobody had seen him.  

           The girl from the forest must have been healed by now.  He expected a report from his friend, but with none he found himself on the steps of the cottage he had hoped never to return to.  

           It felt like eternity between his knock and the door opening.  When he saw the gorgeous face starring up at him his breath caught in his throat.  

           She blinked several times, looking at him like he was an illusion.  

           “Geralt.”  Jaskier appeared in the doorway behind the girl.  “It’s good to see you.”

           She looked down as Jaskier gave him a hug.  Geralt froze, locking eyes with the beauty.  He expected hatred in her eyes for what he had done, but there was more of hope.  

           “Not one for physical affection.”  Jaskier backed away.  “Right.  What are you doing here?”

           “I uhh came to check on you.”  Geralt was no longer sure which person he was speaking to.

           “Come in.”  She back up and opened the door.  “Please.”

           He walked into the small kitchen.  Two glasses of water on the table.  He placed his satchel down on a chair.  

           “I was just telling Jaskier that I feel much better.  Almost fine in fact.”  She gave a nervous laugh.  “Thank you, for seeing I was tended to.”

           “Apologies.”  Geralt couldn’t look at her.  “For placing you in a position needing tending.”

           “He means for stabbing you.”  Jaskier walked around.  “With his sword.”

           “Yes.”  She looked away from the Bard.  “Subtlety is not lost on you.”  

           Geralt felt for the woman, living with Jaskier for a month could take its toll.  

           “If you’re well, we can leave you be.”  Geralt narrowed his eyes at Jaskier. “Not wanting to overstay our welcome.”  

           “Nonsense.”  The girl pulled out a chair.  “The sun is setting.  Stay the night.  We can worry about the future in the morning.”  

           “Or Geralt can head back into town.”  Jaskier laughed. “I know how he hates free rooms and a roof over his head.  I am sure you have come from a victory.  Why not celebrate?”  

           “I killed a night wraith.”  Geralt reached into the satchel and pulled out a jug of wine.  “And I was hoping to celebrate.”  

           “I haven’t had wine in years.”  The girl’s eyes went wide.  “Perfect to take the edge off.”  

           “Yes, the edge.”  Jaskier glared at Geralt.  “Like the one he stabbed you with.”  

           “You are acting stranger than usual.”  Geralt was good at reading situations, but he was tired from fighting and traveling and not in the mood.  “Why?”

           Jaskier glanced at the woman and then back at him, nodding his head toward the door.  

           “Please, entertain us with your tales.”  She sat down with three glasses.  “I have never met a Witcher before.”

           “Geralt isn’t much of a talker.”  Jaskier sat down.  “In fact, I’m sure he would rather go to bed.”

           He looked between the two people.  Jaskier wanted him to leave and the woman wanted him to stay.  He’d put her through enough and hadn’t even met her.  

           “A Night Wraith is a curious creature…”

~~

           The Witcher talked and you asked questions, eager to keep him in the same room as you and Jaskier, not wanting to risk recreating the almost kiss.  

           Soon the singer gave up and joined the conversation, adding commentary to his friend’s stories.  A smile came to your face as you enjoy the exchange.  Whenever your nerves crept up you found yourself drinking more wine, the alcohol calming you down.

           “A gold dragon?” Jaskier scoffed. “I don’t believe it.”

           “They’re real.”  Geralt lifted his leg.  “I was surprised myself.”  

           Your eyes went to his leg.  What a leg it was.  Thick and powerful.  You pinched your thighs together, trying not to imagine riding him.  What a way to bury your feelings for Jaskier.  Fuck his friend.  

           How long had it been for you?  Too long.  

           “And you?”  Jaskier touched your shoulder.

           “What?” You jumped up and took another sip of wine.  

           “People have the wrong impression of you, much like they do Geralt.”  Jaskier leaned back.  “How does that make you feel?”

           “Alone.”  You gave a half smile.

           Geralt gave a grunt, approving.  

           “Did they tell you I killed Jaskier in the town?”  You locked eyes with the Witcher. “That I am some sort of woodland nymph and seduced him?”  

           “The suggestion was made.”  Geralt leaned forward.  “But I saw you, I made you bleed.  You’re no monster.”  

           “And someone incapable of emotions would have left me there to die.” You licked your lips, filled with liquid courage.  “You care.”  

           Jaskier cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.  There was jealousy on his face.  It was a look he wore well.  Fuck you were turned on, and a bit drunk.  

           A month of teasing, tempting, wanting.  You couldn’t take it any longer and jutted forward, grabbing Jaskier’s face.  You pressed your lips to his.  Soft, inviting, safe.  He pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss, your tongues swirling together.  

           Geralt moved his chair out, the sound made you whip your head and look at the mountain of a man as he rose.  

           “I will leave you two.”  He blinked several times as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

           In the morning Jaskier would be gone.  What the two of you had was not love.  You knew that, so did he.  That was what had made taking this step so hard.  

           “No.” You stood up from Jaskier’s lap and held his hand as you rounded the table, your eyes glued to Geralt.  “Stay.  We all deserve some fun.”  

           You touched Geralt’s cheek.  His eyes showed the struggle he was feeling.  You didn’t want that.  You didn’t want any thinking so you did as you had with Jaskier and pressed your lips to his.  

           “Mrph.”  The Witcher’s kiss was hard.  Possessive.  You had to struggle to keep up as your lips parted together, his tongue dominating yours.  

           Jaskier’s hands were on your dress.  He tugged at the bindings until the strings were undone and pushed the fabric down your shoulders.  You dropped your arms and let him tug the thing away as you continued to kiss Geralt.  

           Your hands found the white haired man’s belt and you tugged open his fly.  

           “Mmm.”  He pulled away and touched your hands.  “This is not right.”  

           “Come now.”  You reached up and licked his ear as you stepped out of your dress.  “You already stabbed me once.  You can do it again.”  

           Jaskier chuckled as his hands ran up your sides.   You leaned back and wrapped an arm around his neck, tugging at the fabric.  

           Geralt’s eyes flashed at the sight of your naked figure and then his head ducked.   His mouth found your chest and you fell back against Jaskier, looking over your shoulder as the singer’s lips were on yours again.  

           You moaned into his mouth as the Witcher flicked your nipple into a hard pebble.  Sucking and teasing on the thing while you struggled with his pants.  You turned your head, stopping the kiss with Jaskier.

           The bard stripped behind you as you focused on Geralt’s pants.  The things were tight.  

           His teeth grazed your tender bud and your knees almost gave out.   He sucked hard before letting it fall from his mouth, a hunger on his face as he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head.  You groaned at the sight of his chest, like he was chizzled by the gods.

           “This is more than a strip tease.”  Jaskier spun you around.  

           Your hands ran over his taunt, lean body.  Different, but just as desirable.  He pushed his pants down and his hard cock hit your body.  You through your arms around his neck as you resumed kissing.  

           A hand cupped your pussy from behind and you arched your back, pressing yourself into the palm.  Geralt’s fingers slid down your slit until they arrived at your opening and he slid a finger inside with ease.

           You purred as you fell into Jaskier, rocking yourself against the Witcher.  It felt so good, too good.  You were being greedy.

           Pulling your head back from Jaskier, you took in the lust on his face as you spit into your palms, licking each of your fingers before positioning one hand behind you and the other in front.  

           A huge grin crossed your face as you gripped each of the men.   Both let out a moan as you started to stroke, squeezing their meaty cocks as you humped Geralt’s hand.  

           You whimpered when the Witcher’s finger vanished and you bucked against nothing.  

           “Keep that up and you won’t get your wish.”  His hands found your waist.  

           You spread your legs and went up on your tip toes as he squatted down.  Instead of stroking him you guided him to your pussy, rubbing the head up and down your wetness before you let go.  

           “Ah!”  You gasped as he pushed inside, stretching you in the most beautiful way.  

           You mouth was on Jaskier’s chest and you began kissing, licking, and biting at his flesh while Geralt filled you from behind.  

           Your body moved forward, making your way down Jaskier’s chest until you were at a right angle.  You licked your lips before kissing the tip of his cock.  The singer leaned back against the table and you slid your mouth down his shaft, swallowing him inch by inch.

           Being filled at both ends was a new experience, one that your body reacted to in all the right ways.  You relaxed your jaw and moaned around Jaskier’s cock as Geralt’s hand found the apex of your sex.

           He began to stroke your clit as he rocked in and out of you, setting the pace for your mouth bouncing up and down Jaskier’s cock.  

           One tasted delicious, his noises filling you with power while the other ignited your body in a glorious manner.  Soul and person igniting at the same time.  You moaned at the realization.  

           “Her mouth is too good.” Jaskier winced.  “I won’t last much longer.”  

           “Ladies first.”  Geralt grunted as he began moving faster.  “Cum for us little Nymph.”  

           Jaskier’s hand wove into your hair.  You couldn’t tell if he was trying to speed you up or slow you down, but your body started to twitch at his hands and the Witcher’s command.  

           “A Nymph.”  Jaskier grunted.  “That’s what you’ve always been.  Putting us under your spell.”  

           You whined as the heat in your core began to grow.  Your body was no longer your own, possessed by the men.  

           Geralt pushed harder or your nub, grinding it as he pumped into you wish such speed.  You struggled to take Jaskier further, your jaw going numb in the most satisfying way.  

           “Yes a Nymph.”  Geralt moaned.  “I should have known all along.  A desperate, needy Nyphm who is going. To.  CUM!”  

           Your body exploded, the cocks sawing in and out of you too much.  You writhed on them as pleasure flooded your veins.   Both men followed you, Jaskier’s salty load barely hitting your tongue while Geralt emptied inside your womb.  

           When they left your body you would have fallen to the floor had hands not grabbed you.   Your vision was blurry as you were carried to the bedroom.

           “Tell me friend?” Jaskier kissed your forehead.  “How does one slay a Nymph?”  

           “By making sure she is satisfied.”  Geralt slapped your ass.  

           “Well by that accord, this hunt will take all night.”  Jaskier squeezed you tighter.  

           You wiggled in his arms, ready to be slain.  

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I just Googled Somi Somi and omg that's such an UwU ice cream AHHHH 💖🥺😭 ice cream is my fav food of all time and it looks like an ice cream haven omg imagine eating it after a loooong hard day's of work ToT and OMG THE SATISFACTION OF EATING THAI MILK TEA ICE CREAM ON A HOT DAY YASSS 😋🤤 hehe if you get the chance to try milk & biscoff, do try it! It's amazing !😍 and ooo i haven't tried alcoholic ice cream before but I will one day!! :3 my alcohol tolerance is rly low though, will I get tipsy over alcoholic ice cream? We shall see UwU (i can only drink half a bottle of apple cider before my face gets red and I start getting a lil tipsy + headache)

and lovie....knowing yr school schedule now...OURS IS DEFINTELY BRUTAL OMG a 3 month long sem break huhu that's only the total amount of sem breaks we get in a year ToT i thought uni was hard but not that hard ToT

Always glad and honored to have you onboard! and AHAHAHAH the contractions about to start soon 👀 I enjoy talking to you huhu you're such a sweet and supportive person 💖🥺🥰😙 huhu for my period cramps, I've been having them since I was 12 ToT my doctor prescribed me some panadols but sometimes I can't even swallow them cuz I'd puke them out ToT I've settled w heatpacks to reduce my reliance on medicine, but I finally got some upgraded and safe to eat medicine from my gynae! She said it's fine to take it every month to keep my womb healthy and apparently my ms. lil uterus is suffering from inflammation, hence the super crazy bedridden cramps :( the upgraded medicine worked for a while, but after time it kinda didn't help either :/ but I realised that exercise rly does wonders to reduce the cramp too (gynae also recommended exercising) so i take walks and do my back stretches more frequently now! my period in the previous months (2 months ago) have been almost painless and bearable, it's so weird not seeing my bedridden ._. when I was in high school, there would always be a day in every month in which I don't attend classes, and that's solely because of my cramps. It just isn't worth suffering in school, plus we don't have a sick room :/ I hope the pain continues to subside! ToT

And ayy internship is also working experience, yr advice would be of great help to me regardless! 🥺 oh yes, I always remind myself that interviews are similar to the speaking test I took for my Cambridge English exams! That kinda help calm my nerves down a lil, but w nerves comes bigger smiles, so I guess it takes on a rather practical form of coping mechanism (sublimation) AHAHAHAHA

WAAAA WHAT A QUEEN you got an offer from every interview?? I aspire to be like you! 💖🥺🥰 huhu skill wise I believe I have lots to prepare esp in terms of case studies, and I perform rly poorly on certain assessments (*ehem * esp those concerning numbers) so I took the chance to study a lil during sem break too ToT but noted on that! I will work on that too and try to maintain that me element in interviews and overall just be myself keke

That's all from me for now! Imma wait for my supervisor's feedback and journey on w my last semester. Bon voyage! Link to my recent work: https://www.instagram.com/p/CTBqGzjr6sN/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link Other works: https://www.instagram.com/p/CPpv-IyM7Gi/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link https://www.instagram.com/p/CL55EG-MbL2/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

hi hello honey bee !!! 💓 omg i'm so sorry for the belated response, i finally got on my laptop 😭 i'm gonna put my response under the cut since it got a little long 🤧

omg 221 responses !!!!! that's so many 🙀 congratulations aaaaa it's amazing that you were able to get 3x the data you needed !!! was it difficult to run data analysis? were you able to solve the issue with the equal scores on the subscales? i hope it didn't create too much additional work for you ):

omg yes finance is really interesting! i enjoyed the classes i took for it :') how is rich dad poor dad? did you learn a lot from it? i know it was a book my prof recommended, but i never got around to reading it 😶 did you learn any helpful tips? and ooo i'll have to look into coursera! yeah, there's quite a lot of terms for finance, and it can be a little intimidating paired with all the math formulas and such, but it's pretty useful imo! how are your financial studies going so far? 💕 omg nong is such a cute word?? i would never think it meant idiot asdkfhlkajsdf omg my whole family is good at numbers and really like math, but i didn't like it 😭 my mom made me study it a lot everyday though rip are the financial calculations getting easier for you as you practice more hopefully?

yessss omg i absolutely agree with this!!!! like you can just feel when a professor loves to teach and is genuinely so excited to talk about their subject, and it just makes the most boring horrible subject into something you learn to enjoy and hate less :') and i'm really happy to hear you have tons of professors like that in the psych department 🥺💗

that's great to hear!!!! 🌷🌷 i'm glad that you're prioritizing yourself and your health, which is so much more important than taking on a minor. what fun subjects have you decided to explore and self study so far? 💞 oh my gosh, the rising cases are so high?? i hope it's gotten better there for you ): are you able to go outside yet?

big congratulations on your proposal being finalized and accepted, lovebug !!!! 🥳🥳 i'm very proud of you and hoping one day i can read your published studies in a scientific journal :') aaaa i'm so glad to hear that you got to rest and enjoy your time with your friends!! i definitely feel that omg i regret all the times i skipped out on movie nights or game nights with my friends because now we're all scattered across the country and the only way we can have them again is over zoom calls 🤧

I SAW YOUR DESIGNS AND THEY'RE GORGEOUS OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH !!!! 💖 I'M IN AWE AAAA IF PSYCH DOESN'T WORK OUT, I HOPE YOU BECOME A GRAPHIC DESIGNER 🤩🤩💖 and yes i totally get it ): i really felt the academic burn out when i was in college and it was really difficult at times 🤧 but i hope it's going better for you nowadays, sweetpea 💝💝

omg yeah i absolutely agree !!!! whenever i read about psychology, i keep it in the back of my mind and then when i see something irl that relates to it, i'm like :O amazing. it's so cool to learn about different psych tricks too and see how it works when you test them out yourself and whatnot. and it's really crazy to see how the human brain is so easily influenced at times ??? it truly is an amazing subject !!!

ah what a great side benefit of the vaccine - a better sleep schedule 🤩 i'm happy to hear that your schedule has been fixed 💘 and omg what ??? they're injecting empty syringes wth ????? 😭 that's absolutely horrible, are they getting sued?? lmaooooo that love talk reference askdfhlaksjd

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR KIND COMPLIMENTS 😭😭💗💗 there were many late hours spent in the art studio to finish them, but i'm really happy with the end products :') i thought light bulbs are an interesting subject to do, and my prof said that cutting out circular objects or sculpting them is the most difficult since they're made up curves and not straight lines and i was like ok bet i'm gonna do it aND I'M SO GLAD I DID BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE THEM 🥺 and i love honey bees !!! that's why i decided to paint them and we were supposed to paint them in a combined style of two artists so i tried monet's impressionist style with the short brush strokes and pop art triptych style like marjorie strider 💕

somi somi is sooo good and i just had it again a couple weeks ago :') omg ice cream is your favorite food? :o and YES ice cream is so satisfying after a long day of hard work, like it's such a nice reward to look forward to at the end of day ✨ aaaaa i have to try thai milk tea ice cream one day now !!!!! it sounds amazing 🤩 and YES i must look for places that sell milk & biscoff ice cream !! i have milk ice cream from somi somi, but i need to try to combined flavors 💘 i don't think you'll get tipsy over it !!! it's a really faint taste of alcohol, like i didn't even notice it at first, and i don't think they put very much of it in there! aksljdfhals omg you're a lightweight :o at least that means you save money on alcohol LOL i need like nine shots to get drunk 🤧

your school is too hard 😭 you need more than just 3 months of break !!! 😡 we get a week off for thanksgiving in fall semester and a week off for spring break in spring semester too and then the month long winter break and three month summer break. and we have the one day holidays off too like labor day, memorial day, etc. i can't believe they give you so little time off after working so hard???

asdfhlkajshdlksja loool are the contractions over yet? has it been born? what's the current status, doctor? 👀 i really enjoy talking to you too !!! i'm very sorry for the late responses, work is really taking over all of my time, and i never have enough time to get on my laptop to reply to my asks 😭 and thank you for saying such kind things about me 🥺🥺💝 oh my gosh, i'm so sorry to hear that you have such terrible cramps 😭 i can't even imagine going through that - mine are nowhere near as horrible 😖 do the heatpads help a lot? i'm relieved to hear that you were prescribed better medication though! but yeah, your body does eventually get used to the medication and you have to continue taking stronger meds for it to work, but that's not a very healthy solution /: but i'm really glad to hear that exercise has been helping out a lot!! 💖 hurray for almost painless and bearable periods 🥳 i'm sorry to hear that you had to go through that in high school ): that sounds absolutely horrible 😭 periods are just awful, but it's like i'm grateful that i have my period because that means i'm not pregnant, but also please go away aslkhdfaklsj

omg what was the speaking test for the cambridge english exams like? :o it sounds so formal and a lil intimidating askdjfhalsd do you know of any psych tricks that can possibly help calm your nerves? :')

aaaa yes i did !! i was really surprised that i got an offer from them all because at the time, i was not in the right major and i think i was one of the most underqualified applicants 🤧 one person who interviewed me asked why i withdrew from my engr physics class and i explained it in a kinda funny way but in my head, i was like "oof i'm not gonna get this offer anymore" but then he laughed at my response and told me about how his prof told him he should drop a guitar class he was taking because he was doing very poorly and we bonded over that aklsjdhfkals omg how do interviews for psych jobs go? do you have to discuss a lot of case studies? do they give you a list of possible case studies they'll ask about? :o what sort of assessments do you have to do? good luck on all of your interviews, honey bee 💛 i'm rooting for you, you're gonna do amazing !!!! 💘

omg what did your supervisor say about your case study? and how is your last semester going? are you almost done now? 🌸 (also how have you been? what have you been up to? thank you for taking the time to leave such detailed messages for me, i'm really excited to see all the fun updates in your life, lovebug 🌷🌷)

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Someday, Somewhere

undercover cop!mingi × mafia boss!yunho ft woosan

t.w - death, suicide, blood, guns, slight violence

g - angst, mafia au

w.c - 1.6k

a/n : aaaaa ok remember when i said i was working on a mafia au thing…. it didn’t work out, obviously. but i was planning to give them such endings anyways so i decided to just compress them into one short imagine.

//

“Drop the gun, Jeong.”

His heart dropped, not at the sound of metal clicking close behind him but at the familiar voice that accompanied along with it. Gun still aiming at the man on the floor, Yunho took a heavy step to the side and pivoted around to face the person that he thought he could trust with his whole life.

Mingi tightened his grip on his gun, his left hand holding onto his right wrist to steady it as his breaths became shaky at the sight of crimson red spotted across the pale skin of the black haired boy. This wasn’t new to Mingi, no. He has seen this side of Yunho - or who he would much rather call Jeong in situations like this - countless of times. 

Yet this time was much different.

Mingi was no longer by Jeong’s side like when he broke fingers, plucked teeth out with bare hands, or plunged his thumb into his victim’s eye sockets and more that were much worse, torturing them until they succumb and tell him information he wanted before he finally ended their pain by murdering them. This time, Mingi was holding Yunho at gunpoint, a lanyard containing his police ID hung around his neck making Mingi feel so sick and suffocated. He hates that he feels this way.

He had already known right from the beginning when his team leader had prepped him to enter the KQZ as an undercover cop that everything would lead to this. But betraying someone he had spent most of the last two years with was a punch to his guts, especially when he knew first hand that there was more to Yunho than a cold hearted mafia boss. There’s no excuse for murder, really, but Mingi’s heart aches for the older boy because he understands. Jeong didn’t want to do what he did either but he had to if he wanted to stay in power, to protect himself.

“Yunho, you don’t have to do this,” Mingi said, barely managing to complete the sentence without his voice cracking.

“He killed my friends,” Yunho seethed through his gritted teeth, the once soft edges of his brown eyes now sharper than ever as he glared at the slightly shorter boy. “Our friends.”

Mingi shut his eyes as the memories from the shootout at the casino came flooding into his mind for the umpteenth time, the pain never lesser than the previous. While most of it was a haze with all the running and crouching as the bullets rained from every direction, the aftermath was something that he remembered in such great detail that it was almost as if he was reliving it everytime he was reminded of it. Mingi doesn’t think he will ever be able to erase that harrowing sight from his mind and he knows Yunho can’t either.

-flashback-

There was San, kneeling beside Wooyoung, his black jeans visibly damp from the pool of blood surrounding the both of them. San didn’t bawl hysterically as he held onto Wooyoung’s torso to let him rest in his arms. Instead, he had broken into a hauntingly beautiful smile that revealed his dimples as he gazed lovingly into Wooyoung’s eyes.

“Damn, you’re dying but you still look so fucking good.” Mingi had heard San choke out, followed by a weak chuckle from the boy that had been shot in the chest. Mingi and Yunho watched in silence from afar as the couple exchanged cheesy words like they usually would, as if nothing was wrong, both of them clinging onto the other equally tightly, desperately trying to find comfort in each other.

“I can’t do this anymore.” It had only been mere minutes before Wooyoung breathed out shakily with tears streaming down his face. “I’m scared.”

“Shhh….” San hushes as he brushed the blonde strands to the side and tucked it behind Wooyoung’s ears lightly, a faint smile still present on his face. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of, I’ll always be with you.”

Mingi gulped, fully knowing what San’s words meant and hence Yunho and him stood there silently as they see a single tear rolling down his cheek, the smile fading slowly when Wooyoung goes limp in his arms. They knew that there was nothing they could say or do at this point to force San into breaking the couple’s promise to each other.

They were too crazy in love.

The only thing Mingi could do was to cup his hand over his mouth to stop himself from crying out as San pressed the muzzle of his gun against his temple.

They were indeed insanely in love, Mingi realised only when San pulled the trigger without a moment of hesitation. Yunho wrapped his arms around Mingi’s head and buried his face in his shoulders as the gun went off, not wanting him to witness as San slumps over Wooyoung. The older boy held onto Mingi as he tried to breathe, his lower lip quivering as he stares at the corpses of two of his closest friends, wide-eyed.

-end of flashback-

“They won’t come back to life,” Mingi replied, trying his hardest not to break down. “But if you pull that trigger, I’ll lose you too.”

Orders to shoot to kill if Yunho ever harms the president’s son had been given out and Mingi cannot disobey as much as he wanted to.

“Ye-yes, don’t shoot me. It’s not worth it.” The man thought he was making a point but Mingi wanted nothing more than to shoot him in the face too. He was a scumbag who often dwelled in criminal activities but got away with everything because his father could afford to bury all the evidence for him.

If he hadn’t fired first that day and triggered a fight, it wouldn’t have came to this.

Wooyoung and San would still be alive. They would still be bickering with each other as they scrolled through Netflix, unable to decide which show to watch. They would still be happily eating takeouts as they wait for their next job. They would still be living their lives just like normal people their age would, outside their mafia activities, of course.

They were only young boys who were handed the bad cards in life and had no other choice but to play it that way.

None of them wanted this.

“Yunho, I’m begging you.” Mingi pleads when he hears over the in-ear that the special forces were already charging in.

“Did you mean it?”

Yunho’s voice was small and broken.

“When you told me you loved me. Or was it ju-”

“I meant it, Yunho. And I still stand by my words.”

The first time those three forbidden words ever escaped Mingi lips was when they were lying in bed, their sweaty naked bodies tangled under the sheets as the cold night breeze came through the open balcony, leaving goosebumps on the exposed parts of his arms. It had already been slightly more than a year since Mingi had joined the gang and caught Yunho’s eyes but it was the first time he ever felt safe enough to be vulnerable in front of the mafia head. Yunho had said that plenty of times before him so when Mingi had finally reciprocated his feelings, he had sworn to himself to keep him by his side forever.

Yunho had always been alone, his father too busy running the mafia when he was still alive and his mother too sick in the hospital bed to keep him accompany. He couldn’t go to school because his father was insistent on training him to be the next leader, saying that the Jeong family should always be right at the top.

Like Wooyoung and San, Yunho didn’t choose this life. He doesn’t want it.

Yunho wants to meet new friends in college like other people his age, he wants to learn about things not related to money and murder, he wants to be able to live without being in fear that someone in his mafia would backstab him.

Yunho wants to fall in love. And Yunho wants Mingi more than ever now that his identity has been exposed. It hurts to know that Mingi was another cop waiting for him to slip up so that he had evidence to turn in and lock him behind bars but Mingi was also the only person who truly accepted every part of him.

But it’s too late.

As the special forces stood behind Mingi and surrounded Yunho, Yunho only knows one easy way out.

Mingi sees Yunho’s face darkened as he turned his attention back on the begging man sprawled on the marble floor of his own mansion, his finger pressing a little harder on the trigger.

No, no, no, no, no….

No!

Everything happened so fast.

Mingi sees the hole in the president’s son’s head and the next thing he knows, Yunho was already collapsing onto the floor as dozens of bullets flew at him, hitting him everywhere.

Yet everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Mingi hears nothing but the deafening ringing silence in his ears even when Yunho’s head hit the cold floor with a loud thud.

Yunho’s vision’s a blur but he sees Mingi throw his gun to the floor as he ran forward in a futile attempt to catch him, his jaw agape.

“Y-yun…Yun…h-ho..yunho…yunho..yun…no no no…yunho…y-yunho.”

That’s all Yunho hears as Mingi shook his body, trying to keep him conscious.

As the uncontrollable gut-wrenching sobs tore through Mingi’s chest, Yunho let his tears fall, his heart shattering into a million pieces.

It’s the only way Mingi would get over him. What was the point of holding onto him when he was going to be locked up for life?

It’s for the better, Yunho tells himself.

“Mingki.” Yunho whispered softly as he lifted his hand up to find Mingi’s bloodied ones, wanting to hold them in his one last time.

As Yunho rests his hand on Mingi’s, the latter began quaking violently as he gazed back into Yunho’s eyes that were already slowly turning into empty voids.

Even in his last moments, Yunho is on the run, the ticking seconds chasing close behind him. Mingi just wants him to rest.

“Shhh….” All Mingi manages to push out of his dry throat are hushes as he took Yunho’s hand and brought it up close to his face, wanting to feel the warmth one last time before his blood drained out. “Shh…”

“Someday, somewhere…” Yunho breathed out as he fought his heavy lids, using all the strength he had left to stretch a finger out to brush against Mingi’s hot skin.

Mingi shook his head as he shushed the older boy again and again, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to handle his last words. He knows that it will haunt him forever just like Wooyoung and San.

But maybe this was the punishment he had to bear for being a traitor. He deserved this much.

“Let’s meet again.”

[krolock-in-the-snowlock]

My Full Commentary on Broadway’s Dance of the Vampires

Turns out there’s so much that this is going to have to be split into two posts! These are my full, unedited, out-of-context ramblings as I watched the production, so prepare for it to be all over the place and chaotic! I also did a slightly shorter review of sorts here!

But here we go... Act 1!

• Huh. This is not Alfred in the snow

• Why are there three children in the forest

• This song is boring. To be fair their voices are nice but I’m still bored. This feels like Disney ugh

• God these jokes are awful and I can’t tell if they’re funny or not

• Whyyyyy is there a jokes every 5 seconds and WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN THE FOREST

• Oh my god why are they getting high on mushrooms

• wAIT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE SARAH HOLY SHIT

• WHY IS SHE WITH PEOPLE ARE THEY HER SIBLINGS

• WHY IS SHE OUTSIDE

• I feel like they’re foreshadowing Krolock’s arrival

• I want to get this over with already and see Krolock but I don’t want to see Crawford butcher his poor character

• What is going on why are they dancing, is this Carpe Noctem already

• Why are they just carrying them around

• The lights are nice but that’s about as far as I can compliment this

• The dancers (I’m guessing vampires even though I swear I heard a wolf howl) look like they just got off of Cats and either think they’re still in Cats but just wandered onto the wrong stage or just never recovered from being cats for so long and can tragically no longer move like normal humans (or vampires, whatever)

• The rock music is pretty cool I’ll give them that

• But I still don’t see where they’re going with this

• OH SHIT

• WHY DID A COFFIN LITERALLY RISE OUT OF THE GROUND

• IT’S GONNA BE KROLOCK ISN’T IT

• WHYYY

• God has left the building what the fuc-

• It sounds like he’s about to start a really sad rave

• Is that Krolock’s voice oh god please no

• Also THEY ARE NOT IN A BUILDING THEY ARE IN A FOREST

• I get that Krolock breaks the fourth wall in Die Unstillbare Gier but that is no excuse for this aAaAa

• I’m both scared and morbidly excited to unpause the video

• This feels on the same level of what kind of acid trip hallucination parallel universe have I landed in as seeing the Cats film in the cinema in that I’m both scaredly laughing and like fuck it what have I got to lose I’m here for the ride no matter what the next two hours may throw at me

• Oh god here I go

• Why are they applauding this is horrifying

• Is that a bloody top hat jesus christ

• Also I’m sorry but what kind of coffin is that big

• NO

• NO

• NONONONO

• I CAN’T THIS IS HORRIBLE

• COUNT GIOVANNI

• WHAT IS THAT VOICE

• Sarah sounded like Giofuckingvanni impersonating Sarah

• Did he just say you are a person

• And how old are you??? Where is the mystery?? Why does he sound like an old grandpa talking to the girl behind the checkout at the supermarket

• Ok I went back to check and no he said you are perfect and tbh that’s not much better she isn’t a product Giovanni

• Like yeah Krolock would probably be thinking that but he would never say it so plainly

• 18 in three days oh my god is her birthday on halloween

• Why does she talk like a 6 year old

• Oh no I’m sorry not just halloween but the total eclipse of the moon

• Gotta get the phrase total eclipse in there early

• At midnight huh sarah??? You were born at midnight???? And you care about that at 18-in-3-days??

• Issa too good excUSE ME?

• He sounds like a looney tunes character

• Is he talking to the audience

• Is this actually deadpool in disguise with all the fourth wall breaking because please that would be so much better than this trainwreck

• And Deadpool would never do this to poor TdV

• And your name, no don’t tell me… Sarah he’s not a cheap magician ugh (or tbh maybe Giovanni is)

• And now the einladung zum ball/tanzsaal music is playing… what is going to happen here

• I was gonna say finally something familiar but nope these lyrics are so wrong

• I know they can’t be exactly the same but they could have at least kept the meaning similar

• Like, what the hell is an original sin

• I was gonna roast the lyrics some more but I’m gonna be honest I’m not sure what he’s saying

• Endless researching? Ambronsius who? Awful word choice and I’m hating the repeated original sin thing he’s got going on

• Sei bereit????? So they’re keeping the German there???? Why??? Be prepared is the same number of syllables???

• Also what are they doing?? Merging einladung zum ball with gott ist tot or totale finsternis or what??

• Oh they said turn around… so not the literal translation, just the Bonnie Tyler lyrics, huh? That doesn’t even make sense. He’s in front of her already

• I’m sorry, since she’s been born??

• I’m mad that his voice is good because he could have performed in a faithful adaption and been a great Krolock but no he had to ruin everything and now we won’t get a good english version thanks michael

• It’s time to feed? Really?

• Oh so we are doing totale finsternis already

• We’re barely 11 minutes in and they’ve already used up two of the best songs in the musical?

• Also if Sarah and Krolock meet so early on, what’s gonna take up the first act? What’s gonna take the place of totale finsternis at act 2?

• The use of total eclipse of the heart definitely feels like an intentional joke here rather than just jim recycling his old stuff, and honestly it kind of works like that (though that’s only because this whole thing so far seems like one big parody)

• But if they don’t do the harmonies I’m gonna be so mad

• Or maybe I should just consider it a blessing tbh

• Nobody could ever beat drew and diana

• You’re so cool just because that’s what I think when I see Krolock that doesn’t mean that fits Sarah’s personality or what Krolock is supposed to be achieving (also Giovanni is most certainly Not Cool)

• Where I’ve paused it at 12:12 it looks like a meme. Crawford looks like he regrets everything and can I just say michael so does everybody else

• He looks like a potato or a rock or that neutral nicolas cage face that people put on the sequin cushion

• I hate that I kind of laughed at ‘and does he love me?’ ‘…Sarah.’

• She looks like a barbie doll

• Is he biting her already??

• Oh was he licking her neck?

• Why… don’t you celebrate… your birthday… at my castle? Oh my god

• This sounds like a poorly written krolock/reader wattpad fanfic

• Which is actually quite accurate

• He will return with the tails??

• He can’t gift her the sponge if the significance of the sponge hasn’t already been establisheddd

• It feel like lol aren’t i so random rawr xd

• Though giovanni would highkey be like that on myspace

• Also just saying, the sponge krolock gives to her in tdv is much more impressive than that normal sized sponge, up ur game giovanni

• And that’s just it????? He says ciao bella like a creepy mario then sinks into the ground again???

• How dare they use those nice choral harmonies for that scene

• Ah, 14:17 and I should go to bed but I sure don’t look forward to the garlic that I hear coming up

Day 2: Garlic

• And we’re back for round 2!

• So far garlic seems to have a similar vibe to the original, probably because the original was pretty dumb

• Yeah pretty much the same as the original

• But if there’s no frozen alfred and professor yet, what’s even going on?

• And that’s over

• Oh so they’re just gonna arrive like that, no drama or anything?

• Ew why does alfred sound like that? He might as well be gaston

• Oh so they’re mentioning Krolock by name??? When they’re supposed to be pretending he doesn’t exist?

• Oh so that was a mistake by an idiot, I see. Was this in the original?

• The whole smelling like feet thing is kind of funny, I hate to admit it. It’s just a shame it doesn’t fit Alfred’s character

• All in all, ignoring the fact that alfred is all wrong and not frozen, this scene is going pretty well. The jokes are quite good

• Huh who is this supposed to be??

• Oh my gOD IT’S GIOVANNI

• AND HIS STUPID ISSA TOO GOOD

• I really hate that I kind of enjoyed that reveal on some level

• But why????

• Where is koukol

• That silk is not going to be enough for sarah’s ballgown, I hate to break it to you Giovanni

• All of these modern phrases like I leave the door open and put it on my tab just don’t fit

• At this point I’ve decided to stop trying to take Giovanni seriouslg. This is a parody in my eyes

• Ah we’re at logic round 1 huh?

• It’s a shame the only bits so far that they’ve kept fairly accurate are the parts I never liked as much

• Oh my god is giovanni visiting the house as a bat???

• I’m not entirely certain who this other guy is… chagal?

• Frickin idiots really giovanni?

• Oh so koukol doesn’t even exist???

• Is his name morris??

• This is weird

• Ah finally sarah is in the bath

• But it’s in her room???

• Did she call alfred tasty?? You’re not a vampire yet sarah

• They’re both way too outgoing and confident ugh it’s wrong

• Where’s all the cute awkward clumsiness and interactions?

• Ok so alfred’s diary stuff is funny but it’s not alfred. Like, he was probably thinking some of this stuff but he wouldn’t say it, especially not like that

• Well chagal is less sexist and abusive here which is nice but ultimately removes sarah’s motivations

• A blood transfusion??

• I don’t even know what to say, these jokes are kinda gross

• Orange and black crepe paper? A pumpkin?? The prophecy thing? This is just stupid

• The pumpkin probably would scare giovanni away though

Sarah and Alfred’s duet doesn’t work when they’re both in THE SAME ROOM

• This is boring ugh they just met but not even in the way they did originally

• Where’s krolock to invite her to the ball? Oh wait, they already met, and it’s giovanni

• Dammit I love the einladung zum ball scene

• Did they even check blood types?? Oh wait it’s 18whatever supposedly

• Ew they’re supposed to bond over sponges not journals

• Oh here’s chagal’s gross song. Marginally less gross in this context to be fair but still

• Ha no one will abuse you except for you huh chagal

• Oh bye I guess chagal

• NO THAT BAT IS AWFUL OH MY GOD

• WHY DID THEY DO THIS

• GIOVANNI NO

• WHAT IS HE SINGING

• This is horrible

• Where’s the drama, the impressive teleportation, the cape swishing, the mystery, the music?

• Issa me! He might have just as well gone and said Itsa me, Mario!

• This is a crime

• He genuinely thinks she’s a princess nOOOOOO

• Krolock would never

• But I guess giovanni is just Like That

• Krolock wouldn’t complain about the smell, he would pull a face but that would be it

• The joke about the mirrors..? Is giovanni really that stupid or is he self aware and is joking with the audience?

• And the way he just stands there facing the audience in silence as they laugh… he’s got to be self aware

• Also this whole thing is so stupid in its attempts to be funny that I bet we won’t even get die unstillbare gier because giovanni could never pull off anything so genuine or serious (nor could any of the others though)

• Oh god are they semi doing einladung zum ball with the never enough stuff? But it’s not even dramatic or powerful enough ughhh

• Nooooo they made it sound all sappy and romantic when it’s supposed to be dark and commanding and… I don’t even have the words to describe it but no this is awful

• Also the lyrics feel so much more shallow than the original… and the original was so full of what was probably too many syllables that this just feels empty and drawn out

• Oh I’ve got it! Giovanni is like trying to convince her kindly like, oh sarah, that would never be enough for you, darling whereas krolock is stating a powerful fact, he’s like that would never be enough. Krolock knows that she knows and is just kind of showing her that he understands her and she should join him.

• Also michael if you sing the long note at the end, it needs to be meaningful, powerful, entrancing, inviting, exciting, dark, strong. You can’t just do a weedy weak version with no power and no meaning or purpose to the scene

• Why is mars rising

• Oh is it supposed to be a blood moon I bet it is

• This is new…

• The lyrics are all hey sarah, you can do whatever cool stuff you want, the dark side is fun haha

• There’s no story, no appeal to her character development or deeper motivations

• The staging is boring. They’re just stood there. Like two pigeons aimlessly squawking at each other, only one pigeon has decided it won’t shut up

• Giovanni’s makeup and hair are all wrong too

• Dear god only 45 minutes in

• Oh so chagal is frozen and bitten at the very least

• Oh magda and mrs chagal are both singing

• The harmonies are nice, I’ll give them that

• Ah here he goes

• Ew why is he a dog

• Oh mrs krolock is back

• Ooh manipulative he lies

• Ew alfred no kissing without asking first

• And here’s draussen ist freiheit

• Oh but it’s not about freedom, it’s bravery instead

• Why has it got a a dance beat now

• Oh no giovanni’s voice is ruining everything again

• Every time I think the music is actually alright, giovanni’s weaselly voice ruins everything

• Ah finally the end of act 1, though lesss cool when not on a house

• At only 1 hour and 4 minutes, we’ve done it. Halfway through. This is where things should start getting good but of course that probably won’t happen.

• Wait we didn’t even get gott ist tot

• Oh no here it is

• Sounds like they’re keeping it the same

• Ok michael you’re not doing too badly

• *cough* But hey that’s probably because you’re sticking to the source material *cough*

• Ah ok now it’s the end of act 1 at 1 hour, 6 minutes and 30 seconds.

• And what an hour, 6 minutes and 30 seconds they’ve been

• So, before we move on, a quick summary:

• The better parts are the parts where they actually stick to the source material

• Giovanni is the polar opposite of Krolock and therefore cannot even be called Krolock

• The jokes are awful but sometimes funny

• I’m dreading act 2

• Dear god we haven’t even seen herbert yet

• And if sarah is already at the castle, is totale finsternis even going to happen again?

• I guess we’ll find out whether we want to or not in…

Part 2!

[charmspoint]

Author Interview

Saw this on @prince-liest and did it cuz i needed a pick me up today, they said to tag them so there ya go I hope it’s interesting <3

Fandoms: Very much mostly BNHA, though I’m getting back in Bungou Stray Dogs and already have fics I wanna write there too. Other fandoms I dabbled in: Promised Neverland, Promare n Forest of Drizzling rain

Where I post: on AO3 at CharmPoint! ….don’t be…don’t be fooled by my tumblr name I’m just sacrificing a brand for a bad joke

Most popular one shot: The crown goes to Far too young, I think this one was just in the right time and place while Promised Neverland high was at it’s peak. It’s the only one shot I have that broke 100 kudos so I’m p proud of it.

Most popular multichapter fic: ….it’s…it’s Ignite me, god I wish it wasn’t but it is. I’m not gonna link it cuz I honestly don’t want ppl to read more of it. Like there’s nothing especially bad about it….aside from the writing. The writing is just down right awful, I wrote this two years ago with a coauthor (hi Tati) and it went on a hiatus and then I went to reread it to remind myself how to continue and aaaaa I couldn’t get through chapter 3 it was SO BAD. The reason is that we adapted it from a rp and…we did so pretty badly. I really don’t like it but I don’t wanna delete it cuz 1. It’s not only mine 2. A lot of people seemed to really really like it…somehow, they are so strong. My ultimate mission is to one day rewrite this fic and make a good Ignite me, one day…

Favorite story written so far: That would definitely be Call of the Wild (at least of ones posted rn, Red String of Death just might overtake it). I think this was the first time I reread one of my own fics and felt genuine pride. Like complete unabashed pride. I kept going :0 I did that, her mind!! Especially the first chapter, which is one I use for all my zine apps lmao. I think I got the atmosphere just right, I think I got the foreshadowing just right, I really like what I did with silence vs dialog through the story. I’m just so proud of it. I’ll probably never write anything for Kiribaku again but if I gave them one fic, I’m glad it was Call of the Wild.

Fic I was nervous to post: That would be The suffocating quality of your dying breaths (And the effect they had on me). I really liked this fic, I really vibed with it and I had a lot of fun writing it but I was afraid that what I was trying to say wouldn’t come across right. It’s a fic about suicidal tendencies not from the perspective of the person having them but the person closest to their side…that kinda hates their guts. I’m not sure how well I managed to get it across the 3 chapters it has, but it’s supposed to be about realizing your boundaries and that sometimes you just aren’t a person for the job and that sometimes you really shouldn’t torture yourself over what you can’t do and just do what you can instead. Some things require professional help and you shouldn’t beat yourself up for not being able to offer that kind of help. I was just afraid that ‘you have limits to what you can do to help’ would be misinterpreted as ‘so you think you should just not help suicidal people huh??’ I received a positive reception for it so if nothing else it went over well with some people!

Do you outline?: I just learned to properly outline this year ;;; I used to just go with the flow and that…ended up pretty bad. But now I found an outlining style that suits me and it helped a lot to make my writing better!!

Complete: 15! Most of them oneshots and staggering 9 from this year alone. I had a very bad creative drought for such a long time but now I’m back n yall there’s no stopping me

In progress: If we go by what’s not posted yet rn I’m working on 7 fics in various stages of done. I also have two more fics in WIP folder but they are waiting till I have time n motivation to write them. Also my notes are overflowing with future story ideas hbjbhj there’s a LOT.

Coming soon: Drumroll, three big bang fics (DabiHawks, ShinKami n TodoBaku) , one secret santa fic (it’s a surprise ;3c) and eventually three zine fics (>;3c) . Ya girl is head deep in events rn jjknjk HELP (jk I actually have them all under control believe it or not). These events played a large part in getting my motivation ball rolling again so I’m pumped to be a part of them, though also looking forward to more none event works after this.

Do I accept prompts?: Sure, if I’m vibing with the idea n have the free time (which I don’t ever;;;)

Upcoming works I’m most excited for: Red String of Death, my upcoming DabiHawks big bang fic! Honestly I’ve had a wild ride with this one, a real roller-coaster. I was really excited by the idea, then I was afraid it was boring actually, then I got a great beta who encouraged me a lot and provided a lot of valuable feedback and now im PUMPED again, I think it’s p good if I do say so myself and I’m super excited to see how people feel about it. It’s not the happiest story I’d say, it follows in the footsteps of Call of the Wild by having a sorta bittersweet ending and in being like a fic that’s about a commonly used sort of magic trope (werewolves vs reincarnation n soulmates) being given a little twist that makes it oh so painful. Anyway if it’s spiritual successor to Call of the Wild then you know my hype is real, I just hope others like it as much!

Tagging: Uhhh do it if you want to its late and im lazy to tag!!!

[frostclawdragoon]

Prompt #15: “Waltz for the Moon” (Extra Credit)

((Extra credit day today, so I am writing a super self-indulging Fem!WoLMiqo x Exarch short fic. Because I have a problem and his name is Exarch. :’D

HEAVY spoiler warning for end of Shadowbringers! So everything is below the cut. ))

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The Crystarium was up in celebration. Night had been fully restored to all of Norvrandt, the Sin Eaters were no more--at the very least, their numbers dwindled beyond immediate repair--and, above all else, the Warrior of Light had survived the endeavor. Miraculously and surprisingly, so did he. G’raha had fully prepared and expected to perish after the defeat of the final Lightwarden; instead, he stood alive and well at the base of the Crystal Tower, a happy smile ever present on his face as he watched all the invited denizens of the First celebrate with long deserved joy.

Tables of food that had been labored over the past several days in preparation for this night outlined the center court of the Crystarium. Idle chatter, laughter and music filled the air; people were talking, cheering, drinking and dancing the night away. Even some of the fae folk had joined in on the celebration with the promise from Feo Ul that they would behave… for the most part, anyway. He was certain some harmless, playful pranks had been pulled, but so far nothing that warranted his immediate attention and Urianger’s scoldings.

It was a joyous sight to behold to be sure, one that made his heart swell in delight. To know that the sacrifices that had been made up until this point hadn’t been in vain, and that generations to come would enjoy the permanent presence of the moon and stars. That the future of Norvrandt was secure and safe, and the monsters that haunted their every waking moment would become nothing more than simple stories of warning.

As his eyes traveled about the courtyard to watch all the smiling faces, his gaze inevitably settled upon her. The Warrior of Light. She had returned to the First by his invitation and was welcomed as the Guest of Honor among the crowd. Currently she stood with the Eulmorian couple, the Chais if he remembered right. She listened so intently as Dulia chattered away animatedly at her, a small smile gracing her normally stoic face. It brought a sense of relief to him to see that she appeared so relaxed, and he could only hope she felt the way she looked.

Nothing would bring him more joy than knowing the Warrior of Light was truly at ease both in body and mind. She more than deserved a holiday, however brief.

G’raha’s smile joyful smile softened to a look of pure adoration as he watched her. She was out of her armor and in clothing far more comfortable and suitable for the evening, her hair messily braided with a few flowers weaved in. The lanterns and the light of the full moon were practically accessories to her appearance, illuminating her with a beautiful, soft glow… His heart fluttered. She had always been beautiful to him and tonight was no different.

Unfortunately for him, what he hadn’t realized was how long he had been staring at her. Not until she had looked back at him, her smile fading slightly and her miqo’te ears perking up in surprise. He tensed up as they made eye contact from across the courtyard, his breath hitching in his throat. Oops. He averted his gaze quickly, suddenly overwhelmed by the flustering thought that she had caught him unintentionally staring so smittenly.

Although he refused to look back, he could see out of the corner of his eye that she made motions at the Chais before making a straight stride toward his direction. His lips pressed hard together as his heart began racing faster and faster with each step she took toward him. Surely she had intended to go anywhere else? Perhaps Thancred or Y’shtola were idling around behind him, and that he had mistaken her glance in his direction as her noticing his awkward gawking from afar? Maybe she wasn’t actually walking over to question why he was staring at her--thus leading to a horribly embarrassing conversation about how beautiful he thought she was--and was instead headed to spend time with her friends? Yes. That must have been the case--

“G’raha!” She said, suddenly, sending a spike up anxiety up his back at the use of his real name. “Good evening!”

In the blink of an eye, she was right there in front of him. He stepped back in surprise, resulting in her grinning wide with a playfulness that both made him nervous and sent his heart spiraling into a fit of joy. He had always found her smile to be very adorable.

“Ah--ahem.” He cleared his throat as he attempted to calm himself. “Good evening. I hope all is going well for you tonight?”

She nodded. “The party is lovely, thank you again for inviting me.”

“Of course.” He responded with a small smile. “We couldn’t celebrate the return of night to all of the First without the very person who made it all possible.”

Her beaming expression seemed to falter at that. “... So you just invited me as a guest of honor, then? No other reason?”

“P-pardon?” He asked hesitantly.

Her lips puckered as she puffed her cheeks in what looked like disappointment. G’raha blinked once, confusion and worry quickly washing over him.

“Was there supposed to be another reason?”

“No.” She murmured between her lips as she looked around the room idly. “I suppose not...”

What was that? He thought. She sounded so disappointed.

Before he had a chance to even ask, the music provided by a small gathering of performers had changed, catching the attention of both G’raha and the Warrior. They both watched as the atmosphere in the courtyard shifted with the music, and several people paired up to dance together. The very sight filled G’raha with a sense of happiness again, at least, that was until the Warrior looked back at him curiously, then that happy-feeling faded to nervousness. She was eyeing him up and down, a finger tapping thoughtfully against her cheek as her tail flicked side-to-side.

“... Do you want to dance?” She asked.

For a second, he thought his heart had stopped.

“W--... What? Dance?”

“You know, like them.” She pointed to the multiple pairs of people dancing in the courtyard together.

Scratch that. His heart definitely had stopped. The nervous feeling increased as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. He quickly waved his hands back and forth.

“Aaaaa--! No! I don’t know how!” He blurted out.

He was mentally kicking himself for not having taken those lessons Krile tried to force him into all those years ago. When will I ever need a skill like that? He recalled himself saying. Foolish. A chance to dance with the Warrior gone in an instant because his younger self’s inability to foresee the future and the unreasonably ridiculous crush he would develop.

“That’s okay.” She said as she reached over, taking him by his crystallized hand. He froze up from her touch. “I can help you!”

Wait. WHAT?!

He stumbled after her as she gently tugged him toward the dance floor, the blush on his face deepening. He had half a mind to resist her, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. A part of him wanted to do this, regardless of how completely embarrassed and anxious he felt. Already he could feel several eyes trailing after them, and he was certain the Scions were among them, ready to pounce on him the second the Warrior looked away.

She turned around suddenly. G’raha had barely enough time to catch himself before colliding into her. They stumbled a bit, but he straightened up quickly as he collected himself with a clearing of his throat. He had a somewhat of an appearance to keep up for the people of the Crystarium, after all. He noticed the Warrior stifle a laugh, and the pink blush on his face deepened. Nothing could get more embarrassing than the Warrior of Light giggling at his clumsiness, right?

Wrong. Without warning, she had guided his right hand to her waist, causing him to tense up. Instinctively he swallowed hard, his face turning about the same shade of red as his hair. This… This was an innocent gesture for sure, but was a level of closeness with her, specifically, that he was not prepared for. While he was still in the process of mentally trying to catch up with the fact that his hand was on her side, she took his left hand within her own, rested her free hand on his shoulder, and began taking the steps that would lead them into a dance. Unprepared for the sudden movement, his feet automatically shuffled after her, causing him to fumble about awkwardly as she took the lead.

G’raha couldn’t help but continuously look down, trying desperately to figure out where and how to position his feet in comparison to hers. At the same time, he tried very hard to keep eye contact with her, which was practically impossible both because he was overwhelmed by the feeling of their closeness and because he was mostly watching his feet. Due to his constant shifting of attention, when she stepped back suddenly in the dance, it caught him off guard and he stumbled forward and tripped over himself, nearly smacking his head down into her shoulder.

He stepped back from her, hands releasing her as he did with an apologetic look that basically said “I told you so.” She shook her head and she stepped right back up to him, repositioning his hands to try again. She wasn’t going to let him escape apparently, and was determined to see this through. He should have known better, she had never been one to quit. She was going to have G’raha dancing like a professional by the end of this whether he wanted it or not.

A few steps in, already his feet were tangled up in themselves. He staggered right, stumbled left. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t move in-sync with the Warrior, who seemed far more skilled at this than anyone would have guessed. She had such refined grace to her steps, so much so that he was starting to feel bad for her. Here she was trying to dance with him, and he was simply falling over himself, unable to keep up. She must have felt so embarrassed or tired of his inability to catch up--

She suddenly spun him outward, and pulled him back in. He prayed no one heard the small yelp of surprise before he smashed into her on the pull-back, his feet unintentionally stomping down onto her toes. He stumbled back from her again, his face running hot with furious embarrassment as he watched her look down at her unarmored toes with a slight wince.

“P-perhaps this was a bad idea?” He said as his ears pressed flat against his head. He backed up further. “My apologies, but we should stop--”

She walked right back into his personal space again and grabbed his arm firmly, pulling him back with a smile. 

“You’re doing so well though!” She said as she pulled his hands back into position. “Let’s keep practicing! You’ve almost got it!”

That fiery determination to teach him was still burning in her eyes. He couldn’t help but be inspired by her will to keep going at this, despite his shortcomings. He pursed his lips and nodded, and their dance resumed. Or, her dance resumed. Whatever he was doing was hardly qualified as a dance.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Gradually, he could feel his movements getting a little bit smoother, and his feet weren’t shuffling about as much--SMACK. As he dipped to the left with her, they collided with another pair of dancers, who stumbled away in response to the sudden crash. G’raha ducked his head as the Warrior grinned apologetically and waved her hand, and the pair stared at them a moment before resuming their dance.

“Are you sure about this?” G’raha asked in a whisper as he looked at the Warrior with growing concern. “There are plenty of other people who are probably far better at this than I.”

“It’s fine.” She said. “Let’s try again, okay?” 

“But--!”

Her grip on his hand tightened reassuringly. “I want to dance with you. No one else.”

G’raha’s head jerked back in surprise, his heart fluttering to the sternness of her expression and the tone she had used. Her mind was made up, and he knew from experience that no matter how hard he pushed her away, she would continue to come back. She was so, so stubborn… Oh how he loved that about her.

Once more, she positioned their hands, her determination giving way to a soft expression he could not quite place as her eyes locked with his. His heart so foolishly told him it was shy fondness; that she too longed for this closeness, for all barriers and professionalism to vanish and reveal something far more emotionally intimate. But logic told him otherwise. There was no way in any lifetime that someone as magnificent and heroic as the Warrior of Light would view him as anything more than just… Well. He was a side character in her story, nothing worth noting or writing about. Standing beside her and her greatness, he was simply noise on the wind.

They began dancing again, with G’raha stumbling and fumbling after her. But she didn’t quit on him, and continuously encouraged him and guided his steps. The earlier embarrassment hadn’t gone away, he knew people were still watching him fail, but the small bouts of frustration and guilt were certainly fading with each new step he got right. Partially because he was impressed with his progress, but mostly because her face would light up in joy anytime he performed the dance correctly, and he had a front row seat all to himself to witness that bright, beaming grin.

Eventually he got it right. All of it. He was able to match her steps and keep up with her, although his movements were far less refined. He was able to step, lean and twirl her without ever glancing down to his feet. To which he was thankful, it meant he got to spend more time looking at her, watching her move and giggle with glee with immense fondness. The way her hair bounced around her, the delightful wiggles of her ears and tail, the tiny way her nose would crinkle with each grin. He had become so focused on her that the courtyard seemed to vanish, the noise of laughter and people around them fading into the background.

It was just them and the music.

He couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

He carefully pulled her back in toward him after a small twirl, and as she collapsed into him, their eyes locked and their dance halted almost instantly. She was very close, so much so that the tip of her nose had brushed against his, signaling alarms in his brain. Every logical part of him was screaming, he couldn’t let his professionalism falter, he needed to put a small distance between them, bring that wall back up so he wouldn’t say or do something to ruin what they had. He took a breath to speak, to say something, anything to put up that barrier up again, but his words got caught in his throat the moment he saw her eyelids droop and her gaze lower toward his lips.

Her head tilted slightly and he felt her press toward him, her fingers gripping tightly onto his shoulder and hand. His heart began racing, pounding loud in his ears as a warmth pooled in his chest at the sight of her eyelids closing and her cheeks flushing pink in the moonlight. Despite logic and anxiety telling him to run, to back out fast before their friendship was ruined, he didn’t. He instead leaned back toward her, accepting her invitation, his lips just barely brushing against hers in a--

BOOM!

G’raha slammed his forehead into her in surprise at the sudden explosion that erupted over head. They stumbled back from one another, startled, as they pressed their now aching heads into the palms of their hands simultaneously.

“Ow--!” She yelped quietly.

“Apologies…!” G’raha murmured as he rubbed his forehead.

BOOM! POP!

At the same time, G’raha and the Warrior looked upward to the recurring explosions, watching as massive blasts of color lit up in the night sky. Fireworks… He forgot there were fireworks tonight. G’raha looked over toward the Warrior as she returned his gaze. They both smiled apologetically and released a tiny awkward laugh.

This time, he took the step toward her, his crystal hand reaching out to hers. His fingers tapped against her hand testingly, to ensure this step was okay. She responded by curling and locking her fingers around his. G’raha had never seen the Warrior express anything but bravery or anger, so when he saw her bashfully duck her head and her face turning pink in delight the moment their hands pressed together, his chest swelled with a growing love he could barely contain. He tugged her toward him, to which she gave no resistance and quite hurriedly stepped up to him again, clearly hoping to pick up where they had left off.

“There you are.” Came the familiar voice of Y’shtola as she promptly invited herself into the space, freezing them both in place.

Y’shtola’s arm swung around and locked with the Warrior’s, tugging her from the stunned and shocked G’raha, their hand slipping apart as she was pulled away from him.

“Thancred has gotten himself hopelessly drunk and is absolutely convinced that you turned into a Lightwarden and are exploding in the sky.” She continued as she led the Warrior away. She gave a hard, pointed glance back at G’raha. She still didn’t trust him. “He needs you to convince him otherwise.”

“Uh--oh. Of course! Lead on!” The Warrior said.

The Warrior glanced back at him with a hopeless smile, her fingers raising to give a small farewell wave as she was dragged off by her understandably protective mother-figure. G’raha returned the tiny wave with his own, his hand slowly lowering the further away she got. He sighed at the small twinge of pain forming in his chest as she disappeared from view.

Were it so easy...

He turned around, ready to make his way toward a table of food, only to stop dead in his tracks, his stomach dropping and his blood running cold. Behind him stood Lyna, her arms crossed and a knowing grin on her face, and behind her, stood several other Crystarium denizens who looked far too amused. 

“H-h-how long have you all been there?!” He exclaimed in shock.

“Long enough.” Lyna answered. “You weren’t exactly hiding.”

“You’ll get her next time!” One of the figures in the crowd yelled.

“Go for it, Exarch!”

“You have our blessing!”

G’raha’s face went a dark red and a small noise escaped him. He quickly pulled his hood over his head as they approached him, smothering him in encouragement to try his best next time at wooing the Warrior of Darkness.

[rkcheri]

◆  V-LIVE: ON AIR WITH CHERI ✌️  ━━━━ • • • ﹅ 럭스 ∙ MAY 15TH !  ❪ ﹡* ❫

TW   ›   FOOD, EATING .

come the fifteenth, schedules have been rearranged, dished out and at point blank: it was do or die. but less seriously, of course. when they're told that they were to each have v-lives, by themselves, this month, mijoo isn't sure what she wants to do from the get-go. v-lives were better when they were all together, in her opinion. and while she didn't think she was boring, she also knew it would have been more fun if someone like dabin or yena was by her side. someone who'd liven up the silences that could come when mijoo ran out of things to talk about. and she knew she couldn't talk expressively and blatantly about herself on air. that was a no-no.

at least manager kyu would be there to keep her out of trouble.

the fifteenth is a day she looks forward to in the morning, when she finally figures out what she should do. and while it's not the most original, it was something she enjoyed doing. and since they weren't promoting this month, the strict diet she had been under the last few months was void until the next hint of a comeback. ( at least that was what it had meant to mijoo; not exactly a free for all but close enough )

she tells the manager come lunch time, the directions of a nearby cafe that she had searched up online the night before. a small excuse to get out of their dorm and breathe in the nice seoul air and it's warmer weather. summer was coming fast and mijoo wanted to get out, even if it meant being seen. if her manager was with her, then it should be fine, right?

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the ride to the cafe is a short one, a little after one that afternoon ; mijoo requests for a more secluded area of the establishment to open up shop. watching with intrigued eyes as manager kyu set up the phone on it's stand at the table before taking her place in front of it. the schedule for her v-live chimes in and before she realizes it the doorway to the v-live is opened and she can see the numbers pile up; watching as those who were in the know turned up to watch her.

it was still a weird feeling, having others out there ( in the world, far and wide ) watching her as she did something as mundane as eat.

but here they were.

a hand rises mid-air, as she readies her greeting; a smile on her face, interest written all over her face as watched the number of people who came into the live increase. "hi everyone!" she waits a bit before she begins to clear her throat in an exaggerated fashion before bowing her head and raising it all the same. a small finger waggle here, a wider grin there. "ladies? let's go! hello, i'm luxe's cheri."

"i know you're wondering where i might be but shht!" a finger presses firmly to her lips, another grin; as she slyly looks around. "that's a secret."

she laughs, "i'll give you one clue though," a hand moves to grab the menu, effectively hiding the name of the cafe with her palm before revealing it to the camera. "i'm at a cafe. i thought we all needed a nice change of scenery and what would be better than one of seoul's iconic cafe scenes. i'm sure you've all seen them in the dramas."

mijoo smiles before she sets the menu down, beginning to leaf through it as she tries to find something she that would pique her taste buds. "today, i've decided i wanted to recreate my own dream-cafe drama experience and that's why we're here. i hope everyone is having a good day --" she peeks upwards to spy the comments, watching as some begin to filter into the chat saying that it was, instead, nighttime where they were -- "or, night. yah," her eyebrows furrow, lips turned into a pout. "if it's night time you guys should go to sleep! i'd still love you all if you weren't here. please go to sleep if it's night time for you, rest is more important!"

to which the replies come in hordes of protests, things like i'd rather stay up with cheri and it's worth the eye-bags. the latter comes in english and it's things like this that make her laugh and she's shaking her head, a finger wagged in front of the camera. she presses her lips together to hide her grin, as she replies in english: "nothing is worth the eyebags, love, but okay, i'm not going to push it."

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her words switch between korean and english when she reads the comments ; thinking it'd be better when it came time to conversing better with their fans. as english was more widely known, she hopes that it allows her to get closer to her fans in this way. but primarily, the korean tongue is what she's been used to for the past five years, that even times when she means to speak in english, the korean word comes up instead and she's laughing because oops, that was not what she meant to say.

"ahh -- the food is here!" she says as she spies from her peripheral the waiter with the plates she had ordered prior to the beginning of the vlive. they set it down off camera, allowing mijoo to introduce each one for the fans.

"i didn't order a lot because i was afraid i'd waste the food, and since that's never good, i only got three things." she says, holding up the three fingers she was to use while explaining the dishes. "first!" she moves her hand off-camera to retrieve the green and pink ombre iced drink. "this is a matcha-strawberry milk tea, no straw because --" again, she reaches off camera -- a small gesture that has manager kyu handing her the special item she had requested be brought with them today. she plops the item into her drink: a silver metal straw that begins to mix the colors of pink and green slightly, "we're trying to save the environment, guys! and what better way to save the environment than by cutting back wastes such as using plastic straws, and no i'm not sponsored by mother earth but we are living here, we should be a little nicer to her, right?"

it might be a hot topic around the world, but only recently had mijoo took note of it. after stalking countless instagram pages, coming across video after video about the climate changes and how dirtied the oceans' waters were, mijoo felt inclined to do something. even if it was something little like this, especially since she realized how many straws went to waste whenever she asked their manager to order her coffees before each schedule.

and while she couldn't exactly cut out her caffeine addiction, cutting out plastic seemed like the next big alternative.

"okay, next is like a small appetizer thing and if you've known me for a while now, you'd know that i ... much like the rest of the 6 million, thousand, billion people in the world -- loves ..." she reaches out for the plate, "potatoes! these are sweet potatoes with honey, though. i know in america they're not usually served with honey but ugh, even though the potatoes are already sweet, adding honey is just --" she pinches her index finger and thumb to recreate the finger-heart as she presses them to her lips in an exaggerated way. "so good. i hope you guys get to try this out whenever you get the chance!"

"and last, and sadly least, but still very, very good is the -- drum roll please!" she looks pointedly at her manager to which he sends her the pleading of eyes. mijoo knows the look well but at this point, she was too far gone to tone it down. so, she does it herself; fingers tapping along the marble of the table top before she pushes the plate in front of the camera. "it's this cafe's renowned spaghetti alla carbonara! when i looked up the cafe last night, i just knew this was what i wanted to order.  doesn't it look good everyone?" she stands a little to move the camera, reversing the face camera to the back camera in order to show the pasta a little more in it's glistening creaminess.

returning the camera back into its holder, mijoo presses her hands together almost too excitedly, hand already attached to the fork at the side as she moves the plates, one by one to be viewed. "잘 먹겠습니다!"

but rather than diving in, she looks to the camera one last time, "if it's lunch time for you as well, please go ahead and eat as well. let's talk like friends!"

it's one last invitation before she twirls her fork for a bite of the spaghetti.  but once lips close over the fork, she's mmming and she's sure she must have descended heaven. had it really been this long since she's had food this good?

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time had passed since she finished her meal, in record time, too. while she hadn't meant to stuff her face in front of her fans, could it be helped when she was surrounded by good food?

not that they seemed too bothered by it, all while she was eating, they were commenting that they were happy to see her eating well. and for mijoo, that was enough. self-validation was fine, but if her fans were also okay with it -- then that was just the icing on top of the metaphorical cake.

"it's almost the end for us, guys. and i know it wasn't that long but i really hope you enjoyed the v-live!" she smiles, fingers pressed into her cheeks as she watches the comments. "yah, you know i can't give anything away but please know that we're always working hard for you. aaaaa -- nd that's all i'm going to say." and it really was, manager kyu's glare in the background made sure of it.

"i can say, though, that we've got so many things in store for you guys so please wait patiently for us to return!" finger hearts galore. never before had mijoo been the type to fall for aegyo, and she knows the likelihood that their fans would be the same was zero to none. even at fan-meets, it was expected, but here she was willingly doing it for the fans.

this was, after all, all for the fans.

their fans.

"i love you guys," she blows a kiss to the camera as she waves, "until we see each other again!”

[tumblunni]

Gradually working my way thru learning about the yokai watch 3 villains, lol. Cant manage to restrain myself from taking just a teeny lil peek at spoilers! I blame that person drawing all the super awesome redemprion headcanon comicry with the cute oc YOU HAVE CURSED ME WITH YOUR GREATNESS

Ok so apparantly mafia ghost dude fuckin loves space and then GOT EXILED TO SPACE FOR 555 YEARS?? His only fuckin crime at the time was believing in ufos and everyone else was like 'nah bro' LIKE CMON UR LITERALLY GODDAMN GHOSTS BUT ALIENS IS TOO ABSURD FOR YOU??? So somehow this dude ended up making it to space and getting trapped on a meteor completely alone for like a bazillion years and holy shit no wonder he turned evil. Like what sort of ironic karma bullshit is it to be like 'i heard u like this thing how about we lock you up there forever unable to move or scream'.

Also seriously AGENT X WAITED 555 YEARS TO SET HIM FREE AND MAKE HIS DREAMS COME TRUE!!! He says he has no regrets! Aaaaa man i really think this whole plot would be even more emotional if they were a couple. Im just getting that vibe!! Im sorry i cant help it u give me two weird ghost dads in stylish suits and a I'LL WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER plot and a MY ONLY DREAM IS SEEING YOUR DREAM COME TRUE and just seriously man look at that quality ship angst. WHY NO HAPPY ENDING THO

And i'm just thinking now about how emotional their reunion probably was. Like i'm imagining Agent X has a hard time being honest about his feelings cos yknow ghoulfather is the boss of the organization and so far out of his league and such. (And he totally doesnt realize that he's his super valued second in command) So when ghoulfather comes back he's probably wrestling with his gut instinct to run forward and embrace him, because Seriously He Is Your Superior It Will Never Happen, Why Am I Like This. So he's just trying to play it all cool and be like "welcome boss i was totally confident that our plan would work and not incredibly depressed for the last few centuries umm here's your coat" And that thing where the character is crying but they dont notice until they put their hand to their face!! That! That scene!! Have one of those in there, yes! And then possibly mid sentence ghoulfather cuts him off and hugs him, and theyre both just finally honest about how much they missed each other. Aaaand then probably five seconds later theyre like *ahem* *professional voice* "well better get back to work"

Also the game probably wouldnt go into any detail with stuff like muscular atrophy or readjusting to earth gravity or the sheer level of phobia that must be in this man's brain from the constant isolation and how hard it must be to adjust back to talking to people when all he's had for so long is his imagination. But fics can explore all that recovery progress! This is our power, to heal the sad villains with our words!

I was just randonly thinking a sweet date scene for them early on in this plot could be Agent X and Ghoulfather going to a random italian restaurant NOT because its a date totally, but just because its been so long since he's been on earth and its something that could maybe cheer him up. But then they just end up complaining together about how modern restaurants in america are so often not run by italian people and have all this weird american versions of stuff, so it ended up not being very memorable after all. Also crappy wheelchair access! (Cos he'd still be recovering at this time) So yeah it ends up being weirdly fun and romantic for two hours of getting pissed off at terrible service. Getting pissed off at terrible service... Together~!

Also probably eight days later Ageny X suddenly realizes "holy shit taking my boss out to a candlelit restaurant just the two of us is MAYBE slightly flirty". I feel like he's a bit of a disaster at expressing his feelings and only ever manages to make the first move when its accidental. But also has like a natural charisma of accidental flirting which means half the damn mafia has a crush on him, lol. Oh also i was considering like a love triangle thing with rongo? But not any of the stereotypical awful love triangle fighty plots. Just rongo having a crush in agent x and sadly agent x was already in love with ghoulfather and doesnt recipricate. But theyre still best friends even though agent x turned him down, and now rongo is the only one who knows about agent x's crush on ghoulfather and he tries to play ultimate wingman between the two. Like 'i want you to be happy even if it isnt with me!!' So he'd probably be the most pissed off if ghoulfather ever betrayed agent x's trust, i feel like agent x would just blame himself for it and rongo would stand up for him like DAMN DUDE DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH HE MISSED YOU WHEN YOU WERE GONE, YOU RIGHT DENSE BASTARD? That sort of conflict between them, not the more cliche conflict of all three people in a love triangle just being all jealous and secretive and dumb.

Oh also unrelatedly i think Slackerjack and Rongo would be friends? Cos the only time ive seen that slackerjack has any dialogue about him he calls him "a good boy who's quite loud but means well". I can imagine Slackerjack being like that nice grandpa who comes to all of 'little rongo''s music recitals, lol. Or like that meme of 'momma needs her tunes' *death metal blares*. He has all of rongo's cds! Ok actually that mental image is super adorable of this big rockstar dude being like 'omg grampa look im here omg i have to make you proud'. I just feel like rongo is 100% adorable at all times and also has positive relationships with every one of his coworkers like the ray of sunshine that he is. He probably memorizes the names of every single minor minion and gives them all birthday cards. I love this big ol dork.

Anyway this has been Bunni Rambling About Potentially Redeemable Villains They Know Very Little About But Are Very Eager To Meet And Fandomize Over

They all just so good, u guys

[iliamo]

In the Middle of the Night - HWD Secret Spectre 2018

hello i’m super late aaaaa this was way longer than expected

this is for secret spectres at @hwdevents​ in the hetalia writer’s discord

this is a fic for @d-joana-a-shippadora​, who i must thank because her request and prompt was hella fun to do and i hope y’all enjoy it

oz and kiwi are in it woohoo

(AO3 link thingy)

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As Australia is stifling a yawn as he walks outside of the Heathrow Airport, New Zealand is next to him on the phone.

England was supposed to pick them up an hour ago. Instead, a middle-aged driver arrives and delivers an apology from England himself. He introduces himself as Robert and explains that England was busy with some government officials.

Once they are inside the vehicle, New Zealand calls England and after hanging up he explains: England is busier than expected and couldn't finish on time. He would arrive at the old house tomorrow at noon instead. The house now has Wi-Fi and some houseworkers left the place ready for them.

 Australia mouths an 'oh well' and looks out the window. 

 - - -

After a brief detour at Tesco because Australia wanted some beer and 'whatever England keeps at the old place ain't gonna be enough', they keep their route to the old house.

The place, located in the English countryside, is an old mansion where England brought both of them as children back in the day, usually to ease them in before going to the busier cities like London.

Australia can't say he is particularly fond of the place. Most good memories seem marred by England's stuffiness. When Australia wasn't outside playing on the trees and bushes, much to England's annoyance, he was inside being scolded for not behaving like a proper gentleman (the word colony was not said out loud, but its presence was very much felt).

Perhaps England thought the familiarity would make the reunion better.

It all disappears from Australia's head once the front of the mansion became visible. 

- - -

Despite the fact the last time they were inside the house was during the tail end of World War II, the place looks nearly the same as when they were children.

The rooms are large and filled with furniture over a hundred years old. If it weren't for the lights, some frames with photographs taken at recent conferences, and a couple of modern books mixed with old ones on the bookshelves, Australia would think he was being transported to the 19th century.

He and New Zealand go upstairs to the guest rooms to unpack. On the way there, he remembers the second door to the right and exclaims:

"Hey, Kiwi! 'member the cool place were the old man kept all the medieval swords 'n stuff?"

New Zealand is just turning his head when Australia is already opening the door.

Both enter and find a small room filled with all sorts of medieval memorabilia. The walls are decorated with swords, maces, and daggers; meanwhile, a large glass display contains assorted jewelry and tattered clothes.

New Zealand is staring at some medieval daggers on one wall when he hears the sound of metal against leather and turns around to see Australia unsheathing an old sword and doing a bad job of swinging it.

"Look at me, mate! Betcha I look like more badass than those dudes from Lord of the Rings!"

New Zealand tries to hold back a laugh, but it ends up sounding like a mix of a snort and choking. He smiles and answers.

"Dunno, Oz. I'd say it looks more like a kid who just discovered LARPing or Skyrim."

(He does find Australia's pout both funny and adorable at the same time, but keeps that to himself. Besides, no one disses Lord of the Rings under his watch.)

After that, they leave their luggage in the guest rooms and go back downstairs. Australia is stretching his limbs while fighting back jetlag-induced drowsiness. New Zealand, on the other hand, is in the kitchen with the coffee maker.

New Zealand pours himself a cup and walks to the dining room. At that time, he sees Australia going back to the mansion's entrance as if trying to leave already.

"Going out already?"

Although he can't see Australia at this point, he can him opening the front door and yelling back at him:

"I need some fresh air. Save some beer for me, 'kay? Be back in an hour or two."

New Zealand hears the door close and sits down, pulls out his phone and starts checking his e-mail.

- - -

Australia might not exactly be England's biggest fan, but he can admit that he loves the view of the countryside. It's nowhere near as beautiful and liberating as a summer drive in the Outback, but he'll take it.

He walks around and climbs a large tree. The forest is so large that he can't see any town or house nearby aside from the old place. The sunset is coming and the sky slowly darkens as the night make its arrival. Australia basks in the view and, as he gets ready to climb back down, he sees little dots of light on lower branches of the trees.

Once he touches the ground, he decides to follow along. 

"Damn! Kiwi's gonna miss this for bein' on the bloody phone all day."

Just as Australia is about to reach for his phone inside his pants pocket for a picture, he sees a couple of strange lights in the distance. Their glow is a bit faint, but their size is larger than the lights made of glow worms and that piques his interest.

He follows them, even though he hardly notices the fact they never seem to become closer. Slowly, more strange lights start to pop up, accompanied by a soft and barely audible jingling noise.

He stops in tracks when he finds a large circle of mushrooms on the grass. At the center of it there's a small light. He enters the circle and, as he slowly gets closer, he could swear the light is a fairy or something of the sort. When he reaches his hand to touch it, the light quickly moves away and disappears. 

Before he realizes it, his mind is covered in a strange fog that gradually fades away and sends him back to the 1800's.

A young Australia gasps in childlike wonder to his surrounding while, unbeknownst to him, giggles and screams roar on his back.

- - -

New Zealand, after finishing his second cup of coffee, gets bored with the house and decides to go out for some fresh air.

 By now, the sky is dark and dotted with stars. The glow worms have started to do their thing and the trees and bushes.

Curious, he decided to follow the lights. Not long after, he notices that the lights are increasing in number and brightness. A few meters away he notices Australia's silhouette. New Zealand would leave him alone most days, but considering that both are jetlagged as all hell and they have to be awake the next day before noon, he decided to yell at him.

"Oz, hey! Aren't you coming back for sleep? At least for a beer?"

Australia doesn't seem to hear him and keeps walking forward. The lights seem to gather and dance around him. What catches New Zealand's attention as he gets closer is that the lights seem to make strange noises, like a mix of jingle bells and high-pitched giggles.

"Australia!"

The lights get closer and closer to Australia, to the point that New Zealand can't see him anymore. He tries to get closer, and the noise is starting to become louder.

"Oz! What are you doing!?"

Just as he reaches the mushroom circle, the lights form a wall and refuse to let New Zealand in. He can hear many voices yelling at him.

"Leave!"

"He is our friend!"

At this moment is when New Zealand realizes that the lights speaking to him are, in fact, fairies (who knew those were real!). Unsure of what to do, he decides to reason with them.

"Um... Look, I don't know if he told you anything, but he and I are friends. We grew up together... for the most part. He and I were just on our way home and-"

He doesn't get a chance to finish as the fairies interrupt him, all of them screaming over each other.

"But he is in our territory!"

"Yes! That means he is ours now."

"He has to stay here until midnight!"

New Zealand has trouble hearing what they are all saying, but he does manage to hear the last part.

"Wait, wait, wait. The hell you meant by midnight?"

The fairies start to giggle among themselves. New Zealand is not sure if it is innocent or malicious, but he does not like where things are going.

"He has to stay here!"

"When the moon reaches the highest point, he will become one of us!"

They don't really explain a lot, but New Zealand is able to gather that if Australia will be in trouble if he stays there. He tries to get closer when the fairies hiss in fury and touch his arm. It feels as if one thousand bees have stung him and he pulls back in pain.

No matter how much he tries, they do not let him get any closer. After pondering for a few moments about what he should do, an idea begins to creep in. It is not very elegant, but it seems to be his only option.

As he goes back to the mansion, he hopes that Australia may still be there once he comes back. 

- - -

New Zealand nearly trips twice as he runs back to the house. The clock in the foyer proudly displays that it is 11:05 pm. New Zealand is one-hundred percent sure that there's no way time could have gone by that quickly. He decides to blame the fairies and climbs the staircase two steps at a time.

He enters England's old memorabilia room and searches the walls for a weapon that can help him.

For once in his life, he is grateful for listening to England's stories as a kid (against his will, in all fairness, but now is not the moment to mull over that). His eyes find just what he needs: an old and rusted iron dagger, probably used by England before the medieval times. 

He picks it up and feels it in his hand. In all honesty, he isn't sure it is going to be that useful. The blade is dull and incapable of even making a slight cut. The handle and the blade feel so old and brittle that New Zealand is certain that the dagger will break apart the moment it collides with something. Considering that it is the only weapon in the room made of completely of iron and he has less than an hour left before it is too late for Australia, he hopes it is good enough and firmly holds it before leaving the mansion and running back into the woods.

- - -

New Zealand's legs are about to give out when he reaches the fairy portal in the grass. The fairies feel his presence and gather in front of the mushrooms in order to not let him in.

The bells and the screams are so loud that New Zealand nearly covers his ears in pain. He decides against it and opts to brandish the dagger in front of them, adjusting his posture to look stronger and more intimidating than how he usually looks like.

Upon looking at the dagger, the fairies hiss in disgust and try to avoid it while still protecting their home and Australia inside of it.

"Let me in," New Zealand demands.

They don't respond, but stay in their place, which makes their response sell evident. New Zealand walks in closer to the circle, dagger in front of him at all time and holding it with the tightest grip he can manage. They don't even try to attack him and he's glad for it, as he is not sure the dagger is in any condition for combat.

"I just want him back, " his voice is loud, but firm, "let me in."

The fairies move away from the dagger, and thus create a way for him to enter their realm. The inside looks nearly the same as the regular woods, except for a strange air the permeates the place with an aura New Zealand can't really fully comprehend, and Australia, who is kneeling down next to a bush and staring at it with a mixture of wonder and reverence.

"Oz, come on. Let's go back."

It doesn't seem like Australia is ignoring him on purpose, but more like he doesn't seem to be aware that New Zealand is talking next to him.

New Zealand kneels down as well and looks at him. Australia's eyes are glassy and don't even seem to be really looking at the bush, but rather at something inside his head, as if in a trance.

New Zealand pats him on the shoulder and to talk to him again.

"Australia, we have to go. Now."

No response.

"Australia, please! We can't stay here!"

Australia's lack of response worries New Zealand to the point that doesn't even notice the fact that he's screaming and gripping Australia's shoulders so hard to the point of bruising.

- - -

Australia sits on his knees as he intently observes a row of ants going in its merry way. 

He was eating dinner with England inside the mansion. He would have stayed there, except that he became fed up after England slapped his hand for the third time that night: once for chewing with the mouth open and twice for not picking the right fork when at the dinner table.

"....ia..."

He hears a faint voice in the distance but, assuming it to be England's, decides to ignore it.

"...alia... wa.... up"

The voice is increasing in volume, albeit not by much. At the very least, Australia can now tell it's not England speaking. Who could it be?

"...wa... up!"

He gets up, brushes dirt off his pants and looks around to find a small silhouette in the distance on the way to the mansion. India and Canada are too big for that, he's sure. He squints his eyes and manages to see a familiar hairstyle.

"Oi, Zee! What are you doing over there!?" he yells back.

New Zealand does not move. The voice is becoming louder and clearer.

"Wake up! We have to go now!"

He is sure that's not New Zealand's voice, he is way higher-pitched, especially when yelling.

"Can you hear that voice too, mate?"

For some strange reason, even though he can't pinpoint the owner of that voice, he can't help but feel a strong sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it before.

At that moment, New Zealand begins to run in his direction while the voice keeps repeating the same phrases over and over. The trees seem to blur together and he feels heavy on the head.

As New Zealand gets closer, Australia notices that he doesn't look as young as he should be. New Zealand seems taller and more fit, even if the hair is the same. 

Australia doesn't know what to do when New Zealand sits down next to him, smiles, and offers his hand...

"Come on Oz, we have to go back."

... but he takes it.

- - -

In that precise moment, Australia is startled awake and looks at his surroundings in confusion.

"Wha..?"

In front of him is New Zealand, who has a death grip on his shoulders (it's starting to hurt, even) and his face can only be described as smiling in relief.

"You're back!"

Without thinking, New Zealand is hugging Australia, not caring about anything else other than he made it in time.

Behind them, the fairies scream in anger.

"Kiwi, what's goin' on?" says Australia as he points at them, still a bit disoriented.

New Zealand shows Australia the dagger he's holding and says:

"Just hold this with me and let's get out of here."

The fairies scream and cry to no avail, powerless to do anything else. The noise slowly fades away as the return to the old place.

Once both enter the house, they collapse onto the sofa in the living room, jetlag and exhaustion making their grand comeback.

"Can you now tell me what just happened?"

New Zealand leaves the dagger at a small table and rubs his incoming headache as he tries to think of the best way to explain everything.

"You wandered into a fairy realm and almost became trapped there forever."

"And the knife?"

"England's. It's a long story."

Australia doesn't seem satisfied with his answers, but decides to not ask any further. He takes a few deep breaths and says:

"Kiwi?"

"Yeah?

"Thanks, mate."

New Zealand smiles as both enter the world of sleep.

The next day, at noon, England arrives and finds both of them sleeping on the sofa and embracing each other.

[yougainedlove]

Just a small lancer x reader (he’s 12 in this at first, reader is same age) Before she leaves with Susie, Lancer admits he has a crush on her. She plants a small peck on his cheek then promises him that she’ll come back for him one day 5 years later, she finally sees her again. He had nearly given up hope. They’ve both changed; he’s grown significantly + has a tail. She’s grown her hair and lost the baby fat in her cheeks. The first thing she says is “I never forgot” followed by a kiss scene.

aaaaa this was fun! it’s my first time writing anything in detail for Lancer so I hope I did ok

also I made it 6-7 years later just so both he and Reader-chan are 18+, I’m just more comfortable that way!

I hope you like it!!

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“Oh, I… guess you gotta go home now, don’t you? Both of you?”

It kind of breaks your heart when you look at LANCER. The two of you have become such good friends over the past few days, plus Susie has become almost like a big sister to both of you. At least you’re leaving with her, but… you’re leaving Lancer behind.

Ugh. This sucks. Even though you really like him, you can’t stay here forever.

You look pleadingly at Susie, unsure of what to say. How can you say out loud that, yeah, the only friends he’s made in a long time are leaving him alone?

“U-uh,” she stammers as her gaze darts between the two of you. She looks just as uncertain as you feel. “Yeah… we gotta split. I mean… it’s not like we’re never gonna come back, though! So if you get all sad and sappy on us, I’ll… I’ll just have to… d-damn, beat you up, I guess!”

He snorts, although there’s a clearly unhappy expression behind it. “In your dreams, Susie!”His tongue flickers out briefly, then he gives a huff. “Well…that’s fine, then! I’ve got a bunch of new important king stuff to do, anyway, now that my dad’s in the dungeon. When you do come back, I’m gonna have it all figured out!”

You can’t help but giggle at him, and you run over to give him a hug. The least you can do before you go, right? “You’re gonna be the best king ever, Lancer! I’m gonna miss you.”

You hear him hum as he returns it, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “Aw, gee…(Name)… I’m gonna miss you, too. Y-you know… it’s probably not very kingly to tell you this… but I really like you.” He scoots himself even closer, seemingly just so he can whisper in your ear. “I mean, in a different way than I like Susie! You know? Like I wanna… do gross stuff… liiiiiike… hold your hand.”

“Oh…” That’s news to you; Lancer’s always treated you like another friend, the same way he treats Susie. But… you can’t say you don’t like him in the same way he apparently likes you.

After a moment of thought, you pull away so you can plant a light kiss on his cheek. It looks like he’s blushing, which makes you grin. “Don’t worry.” Before you move back toward Susie, you give his hand a squeeze.

“I’ll be back! And then we can hold hands all you want!”

-

The last time you saw Lancer was… six, seven years ago? The memory is still fresh. You remember every bit of it as if it just happened.

But it’s been a while. The two of you were just kids in a crazy situation, and sad to part at the end of the adventure. Even though your life hasn’t been short on drama, it’s been incredibly short on Lancer. There were long stretches where the only thing that got you out of bed in the morning was the thought of eventually returning to the Dark World.

Susie’s been a big help, and so has Kris. In fact, they were the ones who suggested that the three of you should go back now that it’s been a while. There’s no more school for any of you, you’re taking a year or two off before doing anything else, and they both have vacations from work coming up.

As it turns out, a pleasant surprise, you don’t have to go into a dark school closet to go back to the Dark World.

Funnily enough, Rouxls greets you at the Castle with overwhelming familiarity, like he’s glad to see you all. It looks as if things have changed a bit… for the better. A lot of things look the same, but everyone seems… happier.

Boy, the throne room is really something, too. It’s set up exactly how you think Lancer would set it up, and in the middle of everything, looking to be discussing plans about something with a couple other Darkners… there he is.

Although he hasn’t noticed you yet, your eyes are firmly planted on him. He’s at least a foot taller than you now, and ―oh, wow, is that a tail?

Of course…you look different too. Your face isn’t as round as when you were a kid, your hair is longer, and part of you wonders if he’ll even recognize you.

Still. It almost feels like a dream. Or one of those scenes from a Disney movie, where the princess finally meets her prince and it’s a magical moment and nothing can ruin it.

Susie nudges you with her elbow. “Hey, queen-to-be. You gonna go hold his dumb hand, or what?”

“Ah!” You look up at her, silently asking whether or not she wants to go over first. After all, Lancer is her friend, too, and Kris’. (Though. Kris is… probably in the dungeons… eating moss… again.) When she gives you a gesture that clearly tells you to go on ahead, you don’t need to be told twice.

The footsteps from your shoes echo on the tile as you run forward, practically launching yourself at your lost love. “LANCER!!”

It’s a little surprising that when he turns around, in clear shock, he still manages to catch you in his arms. You nearly knock him over, but, eh, details. He actually spins you around like people do in the movies, and that smile on his face is wider than you’ve ever seen it.

He looks a little like his dad, except… much, much kinder.

“A-ah, (Name)!” He’s laughing as he holds you close, undeniably happy to see you again. If you had to guess, you’d say he’s been waiting for you. He presses his forehead to yours and hums, a similar sound to the one he gave all those years ago before you left.

“Oh, my God, I missed you,”he chuckles. Despite that his overall personality appears to have mellowed a bit over time, he’s definitely still the same Lancer you knew. “You’re… you’re really here. You’re here!! I…” Just like you remember, his tongue pokes just a little out of his mouth.

“I was… haha… I was starting to think you were never coming back…”

You feel a little bad…because you can see how he might have gotten worried. When you said you were coming back, who knew that it wouldn’t be for years? He probably thought you’d be coming back, like, the next week or something.

You let your hands fall, and carefully grasp his.

“Hey,” you murmur, “I never forgot.”

He seems to have grown a little shy over the past few years, so you make the first move and lean forward. As soon as your lips touch, he relaxes immensely. It takes a moment for him to return the kiss, but slowly, surely, he does.

Even though it’s not necessarily perfect, it is magical. It’s everything you’ve been wanting, the subject of every good dream you’ve had since you left, the only thing you’ve truly craved in the past several years.

God, you missed him so much.

You can hear Susie whistling and shouting encouragements at the two of you, and it sounds like Kris is clapping in support.

It’s too bad that Lancer really thought you could have forgotten about him… he’s the most unforgettable person you’ve ever met.

Well, anyway, it’s okay now.

You’re not going to leave him ever again.